my natural eye, and your new hip moon
and your hips, sharp hip bones and forgetting that
I could use somebody—
you never forget
the floor with imperceptible scratches
our bootsoles tracking cold sand and—
where we buried the key
you never forget
I like when you sneak glances
at my paper, at my tongue
I miss the shudder in my knees when
we passed the City skyline
it was better than the first time
you never forget
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
my natural eye, and your new hip moon
and your hips, sharp hip bones and forgetting that
I could use somebody—
you never forget
the floor with imperceptible scratches
our bootsoles tracking cold sand and—
where we buried the key
you never forget
I like when you sneak glances
at my paper, at my tongue
I miss the shudder in my knees when
we passed the City skyline
it was better than the first time
you never forget