When my empty bed whispers
& my room smells primordial,
I am always open
to remedial training,
other ways to see the light,
to succumb to the fight.
It's times like these
when one considers
throwing in the towel,
letting your guard down
to get loose & open up
to new experiences,
electric ones.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
When my empty bed whispers
& my room smells primordial,
I am always open
to remedial training,
other ways to see the light,
to succumb to the fight.
It's times like these
when one considers
throwing in the towel,
letting your guard down
to get loose & open up
to new experiences,
electric ones.
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