cowlick

Inertia is the villain of love,

Thief of spontaneity and renaissance

Always in love like moss on turtles back.

Take the train,

Enjoy the journey while you can

As your lover has been

looking out the window

Since you left the station.

But when you arrive at your destination

To not hesitate to take a moment to stretch

Before the pyre is set to torch

And friction sets your bed afire.