i woke up in a place where white girls
don't wear socks and she tickled the small
of my back with her icicle toes under the sheets
now the bulge of a small animal
is confronting fear in the form of
one loving glance
i was not poetic enough
until i lifted you from behind and
set you on a cloud
you pushed me towards a megaphone
and i announced you to the world, saying
she's a wild dove
and the wind pushed back
the lapels of my jacket and
you kissed me on the collarbone
without fear and then we
doubled up in laughter
like two souls tossing in hell,
on a grill
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
i woke up in a place where white girls
don't wear socks and she tickled the small
of my back with her icicle toes under the sheets
now the bulge of a small animal
is confronting fear in the form of
one loving glance
i was not poetic enough
until i lifted you from behind and
set you on a cloud
you pushed me towards a megaphone
and i announced you to the world, saying
she's a wild dove
and the wind pushed back
the lapels of my jacket and
you kissed me on the collarbone
without fear and then we
doubled up in laughter
like two souls tossing in hell,
on a grill
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