if this is elasticity,
my dreams are stretching in order
to make room for,
to make haste to,
curl together the remnants
of these scattered notions.
flattened emotion
that always turns up too close
without proposing that 
we'd draw a map,
before embarking on this trip.
so fools always
run quick to what
pleases the senes,
please sense that i'm
senseless for your taste.
but i'd rather not
waste those innocent emotions,
new notions of impeccable timing.