Jujutsu

         Sometimes, when it's tranquil and I get to   p o n d e r       I begin to fathom we're made for each   o t h e r;      I know that God plumped up my chest and its   c o n t e n t      to safeguard your worn out bones from curling   o v e r.     Laced, our hands trace shadows under mint moon's   c r e s c e n t;      we are lost causes and divulged dances   o u t s p e n t.      I know my skin is downy as opposed to   y o u r s     for you to take shelter under my winged   s e g m e n t.      Still, understand that you're the reason I can   s o a r,      accept that we're a pastiche of paramour   c o r e s.       I'm th