This you and me thing has left me as empty
as the downtown parking lot we were groping in
I know the difference though between *** and intimacy
A few regretful trysts…some real love and good art has taught me this.
So don’t expect to find me in the gullies your travelling
I may sway or even flume for you…after all you’re a poet too.
But I prefer the ocean…where one must show reverence
Enter slowly
So as I leave you please know this…your truth does not frighten me it draws me
What scares me is the blind spots in between
where words become just another covering.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
This you and me thing has left me as empty
as the downtown parking lot we were groping in
I know the difference though between *** and intimacy
A few regretful trysts…some real love and good art has taught me this.
So don’t expect to find me in the gullies your travelling
I may sway or even flume for you…after all you’re a poet too.
But I prefer the ocean…where one must show reverence
Enter slowly
So as I leave you please know this…your truth does not frighten me it draws me
What scares me is the blind spots in between
where words become just another covering.
