a poem lovely as your collarbones.
once bitten, twice shy.
the world will leave me behind
in a not-so-mysterious manner,
where I will be left waiting for the bus
or soup on the West Side.
but god bless us,
this is where we're lonely,
so I jerk off
this is where we're lonely,
so I jerk off
after the beach,
thinking about you.
melt into the tomorrow
that takes photographs
of forevers,
and try to close my eyes.
of course, I remember sex
in stairwells and on roofs,
but I miss skin, touch, tough eyes,
mostly.
thinking about you.
melt into the tomorrow
that takes photographs
of forevers,
and try to close my eyes.
of course, I remember sex
in stairwells and on roofs,
but I miss skin, touch, tough eyes,
mostly.