this large empty bed seems like
a c r e s wide without you here in it.
I want to hear you laugh
and taste cream cheese wontons
on your tongue.
and when we wake up, you will smell musty and sour
like our tent of **********
always smelled
I want to hear the funny nose whistle you make
I need to clutch at your
chest and gasp
beg you
for release
but for now i will lay
naked, alone
in my football field nest of pillows
and dream, sleeplessly
of your sweaty brow
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
this large empty bed seems like
a c r e s wide without you here in it.
I want to hear you laugh
and taste cream cheese wontons
on your tongue.
and when we wake up, you will smell musty and sour
like our tent of **********
always smelled
I want to hear the funny nose whistle you make
I need to clutch at your
chest and gasp
beg you
for release
but for now i will lay
naked, alone
in my football field nest of pillows
and dream, sleeplessly
of your sweaty brow
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