I've waited for you to squeeze me
and feel the chinese newspaper
under my ribs.
In the black summer sun,
we could keel over in the sand
and watch small flares
infract the perfect circle
we'd been staring at
miles apart.
I kiss with my eyes open.
Maybe you'll see it.
Maybe we'll see
carved skin
we don't want to expose
to anyone else.
Or maybe,
everyone finds me
see through.
And my quest for transparency
rendered null
all my complexities.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
I've waited for you to squeeze me
and feel the chinese newspaper
under my ribs.
In the black summer sun,
we could keel over in the sand
and watch small flares
infract the perfect circle
we'd been staring at
miles apart.
I kiss with my eyes open.
Maybe you'll see it.
Maybe we'll see
carved skin
we don't want to expose
to anyone else.
Or maybe,
everyone finds me
see through.
And my quest for transparency
rendered null
all my complexities.
old poem, been listening to a lot of CityCop and Shin Guard.
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