Audio here.

when we’re on the mattress

and i whisper something breathless

into your neck

i think how a thousand years ago

people danced with each other in summer

and got drunk at parties

and scurried off to make love

in wheatfields

and wildflower beds

even though you got married

cause you really needed

some extra goats

but people still heaved sighs

that swirl around in the atmosphere

to pass in and out of and through

my lungs

and i guess i’m saying i’m grateful

people did

still

will always

fall in love

As far as feedback goes, creative writing has taught me not to use certain "filler" words - "How," "but," "still," "even though," even "the" in the wrong places. I was curious if they're obtrusive in this poem, if they need to be cut out. I tried writing with and without them, and the feel, or the intent, or the taste, or the music felt all wrong to me except, in the form presented above.