rocking on this swing again
where I crept into the moon
so many nights with
and without you
twirling tongue spells
whispering kisses on the wind
I sat in blackness
sky light communion
praying begging manifestivals
for just the slightest uplift
in your shadowed lids
to peep ignite
while you steeped in other brew
as if I could pry you
from your own entrapments
you employ them
in places you won't let me
because you're scared
to open your hand
fully
dailies distract the knowing
and warm your frigid sheets
then you wonder why
there's no space
for we
I know I'm Sunday mornings
flung swift at your door
requiring all your insides
from turned-out pockets
but I'm also
high-gloss, full-color
edge-of-your-seat
content symph in inter-D
and every last **** one
of the funnies
plus those coupons in the middle
to places you've never been
they kick back everything
you've thrown in
10,000 folds
uncreasing dewy
unto you
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
rocking on this swing again
where I crept into the moon
so many nights with
and without you
twirling tongue spells
whispering kisses on the wind
I sat in blackness
sky light communion
praying begging manifestivals
for just the slightest uplift
in your shadowed lids
to peep ignite
while you steeped in other brew
as if I could pry you
from your own entrapments
you employ them
in places you won't let me
because you're scared
to open your hand
fully
dailies distract the knowing
and warm your frigid sheets
then you wonder why
there's no space
for we
I know I'm Sunday mornings
flung swift at your door
requiring all your insides
from turned-out pockets
but I'm also
high-gloss, full-color
edge-of-your-seat
content symph in inter-D
and every last **** one
of the funnies
plus those coupons in the middle
to places you've never been
they kick back everything
you've thrown in
10,000 folds
uncreasing dewy
unto you
underneath it all, I know who I am... and who you are
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