She has a keen eye,
understands the use of color,
the configurations of Asian furniture,
how candles & art look in a room.
She decorates wearing holey-leggings
& loose fitting embroidered blouses
‘cause she knows
what they do to me.
And she’s constantly
moving things around,
is visiting me in my study,
the place where the futon lies,
where we lay together
& I playfully
remove her loose-fitting attire
to quench my
own decorating ya-ya’s,
this burning heart.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
She has a keen eye,
understands the use of color,
the configurations of Asian furniture,
how candles & art look in a room.
She decorates wearing holey-leggings
& loose fitting embroidered blouses
‘cause she knows
what they do to me.
And she’s constantly
moving things around,
is visiting me in my study,
the place where the futon lies,
where we lay together
& I playfully
remove her loose-fitting attire
to quench my
own decorating ya-ya’s,
this burning heart.
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