I think
you are so beautiful
Heather,
that I could search for clams
on the beach
and only find fish.
I am unhappy with fish,
they are too stupid.
But your open mouth,
and the pearl
of its tongue,
is just too much.
You have a ******* boyfriend,
with a ******* mustache,
and flannel
two sizes
too small.
My heart is big enough.
I could eat you in a gulp.
Your heart could be dinner
for days,
most likely years,
and if I could just taste
your complexion
I
might finally know heaven,
even as I talk about it
too much.
If I go to Hell soon,
I would tread the fiery waters,
fight the three-headed dogs
and a burgeoning Cerberus,
for the touch
of your skin.
Aphrodite is not beautiful,
neither is
Zeus,
you are the goddess
that puts
all else to shame.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
I think
you are so beautiful
Heather,
that I could search for clams
on the beach
and only find fish.
I am unhappy with fish,
they are too stupid.
But your open mouth,
and the pearl
of its tongue,
is just too much.
You have a ******* boyfriend,
with a ******* mustache,
and flannel
two sizes
too small.
My heart is big enough.
I could eat you in a gulp.
Your heart could be dinner
for days,
most likely years,
and if I could just taste
your complexion
I
might finally know heaven,
even as I talk about it
too much.
If I go to Hell soon,
I would tread the fiery waters,
fight the three-headed dogs
and a burgeoning Cerberus,
for the touch
of your skin.
Aphrodite is not beautiful,
neither is
Zeus,
you are the goddess
that puts
all else to shame.
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