Enough...

Understanding and its sees it on enough food
but im already billie holiday's face. I conversation on another touched.
to be eaten, experienced. to be persons breath. pretty much inhaled
hear it on the radio.
its the ache depth of handshake but really its
dinner, of not
and depth of not ache
a belly ache of have already enough movement
to have depth stars and roses. mostly its to be known. to be delightful. to be to the gym. I just ache. but I imagine it to be hardly running, there, heart, presley I dont come in, but towards the words, that tunnel, I see ache to be replaced with hug, the ache for release. its worth it. start running. chesire cats smile and I the dismal hopeless song door to gleaming grin. away to tunnel. as I stare a kind that I have. all the side of me say... just remember the ache with no light at the end of where I opened the opening of the tunnel wind in words to the elvis another ache. a different cynical/responsible/realistic of the song, achey brakey