Each night she pretends
a wholesome guy
will shuffle alongside
on the sidewalk and
gently bump her shoulder.
Wholesome guys are
good in the morning
like high-fiber granola,
and easy on the eyes
with rumpled curls
resting against
eyes void of blood lines.
A wholesome fellow
knows what he wants −
her.
Her wholesome guy is
adorned with blue denim
and passion spilling from
his crotch.
Her wholesome lover
lights candles on her birthday;
burns his way into her heart.
As they grow old together
she becomes his memory,
while his memories are sprinkled
with images
of her beauty.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Each night she pretends
a wholesome guy
will shuffle alongside
on the sidewalk and
gently bump her shoulder.
Wholesome guys are
good in the morning
like high-fiber granola,
and easy on the eyes
with rumpled curls
resting against
eyes void of blood lines.
A wholesome fellow
knows what he wants −
her.
Her wholesome guy is
adorned with blue denim
and passion spilling from
his crotch.
Her wholesome lover
lights candles on her birthday;
burns his way into her heart.
As they grow old together
she becomes his memory,
while his memories are sprinkled
with images
of her beauty.
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