I LOVE YOU, HE SAYS
LIKE A TWIST ON A DRY MARTINI
LIKE A GEM ON TIRED SANDS IN NEVADA
I LOVE YOU
HE THROWS HIS WORDS
LIKE HE THROWS HIS TONGUE
DELICATE YET TRAPPING
SOPHISTICATED YET PRESERVED
I GIVE IN
FOR THE SIMPLE PLEASURE
TO GET OFF
BECAUSE IN SOME HEIGHTENED FORM
I'M GETTING OFF
ON YOUR SIMPLE WORDS
ON YOUR SEARCHING SOUL
AND ON YOUR SWEET BROWN EYES
I'M GETTING OFF

Bellabloom
Co.2000
London ghetto poets