They ask us why we stopped so close to the city
as your bottom lip caught my eye
And I scream back, "I'll be a boy as long as i can"
As the car floats on a sexual highway
And it drives on
And finally we make it back to my house
where we eat home made blueberry waffles
with milk and ice cubes
spoon and all
The next morning I wrote you a poem
It read:
"Find me breathing
Underneath alms
Beneath your begging arms
Find me breathing
increased yawns
As you suffer
A long past"
Your smile surceased at my clairvoyant act
Most valiant touch
Bitter to some
But present to all
So you left
me and all my words of freedom
to cast to a short drug rhythm wind
Most significant grin i bear no more
As you walked out the door
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