For instance,
I could just stop
right now,
and dress like a thief,
or take everything
and
drape myself
in mauve robes.
Sing your praises,
wish me a good demise,
empty those heavy bags
full of treasure
and drench the world
in silence.
Oh, I could see it now,
if I tried,
I could see it now,
if I tried.
The velvet quadriceps
and thighs,
the spindly fingers
and their amber warmth,
the tiny crimson tongue,
and it's legs striding across my chest
in conquest.
But then,
I am not stupid.
I am an instance;
a t-shirt flapping
on the clothesline
with all its infant sounds.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
For instance,
I could just stop
right now,
and dress like a thief,
or take everything
and
drape myself
in mauve robes.
Sing your praises,
wish me a good demise,
empty those heavy bags
full of treasure
and drench the world
in silence.
Oh, I could see it now,
if I tried,
I could see it now,
if I tried.
The velvet quadriceps
and thighs,
the spindly fingers
and their amber warmth,
the tiny crimson tongue,
and it's legs striding across my chest
in conquest.
But then,
I am not stupid.
I am an instance;
a t-shirt flapping
on the clothesline
with all its infant sounds.
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