"my puppy" (not steve)

you are my puppy i come running to. you are the one that creeps into my mind all through out the day prompting me to make a space for contact. the type is here though. my type "a." the ideal that fits mine. long, lean, and dark times two. the nice of this type astonishing. fun. ideal. type "b" is present also. the pretty one less recognizable. soft, petite, pretty. pretty mysterious. the mystery draws. the mystery sings. but the ideal talks during sleep. moves like a hurricane talks with me through walls.

but you are my puppy i come running to. the one that creeps into my mind all through out my day. prompting me to make a space for contact somewhere in this structure. this routine becoming. but for you or for can't have you? two and a half to figure. long enough or too long. i enjoy this mess. this mess of idealness. because my ideal and my pretty keep me on my toes. keep my eye on you. whether or not ours is true. it makes me want to try. doesn't make me want to hide.