Sometimes
Sometimes I want to roll my fingers
Into a fist-like configuration
All except that brave and independent index digit
Which will rise up
Bringing the ball
Of its weaker comrades along with it
And halt
A few feet
From your sometimes beautiful face
In response to this grand gesture of the hand
That strongest
Muscle of my body
Will lift
It's moist mass of taste buds
To the spot right behind
That porcelain shield
Known as my two front teeth
Then ascending from the deepest part of me
Like a hot gust of wind
The words
"You're being a ******* *******
Sculpted into arrows of over-articulated consonants
Will hit your sometimes beautiful face
And hopefully bring
That sometimes unbearably beautiful friend
Back
To trust me
In the way that the precious,
Rare,
And exquisite breed
Of true and selfless friend
Is always nervous
Yet eager to do
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
Sometimes
Sometimes I want to roll my fingers
Into a fist-like configuration
All except that brave and independent index digit
Which will rise up
Bringing the ball
Of its weaker comrades along with it
And halt
A few feet
From your sometimes beautiful face
In response to this grand gesture of the hand
That strongest
Muscle of my body
Will lift
It's moist mass of taste buds
To the spot right behind
That porcelain shield
Known as my two front teeth
Then ascending from the deepest part of me
Like a hot gust of wind
The words
"You're being a ******* *******
Sculpted into arrows of over-articulated consonants
Will hit your sometimes beautiful face
And hopefully bring
That sometimes unbearably beautiful friend
Back
To trust me
In the way that the precious,
Rare,
And exquisite breed
Of true and selfless friend
Is always nervous
Yet eager to do
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