They mess you up real bad.
Far worse than the sex
that we never had.
Breathing in your scent.
Intoxicated with you,
But that’s not what you meant with you
I wrote this a long time ago and just found it recently. It was inspired by a series of similar conversations with a series of unique friends of mine. Now I am thinking I should write a follow-up called “Spooning”…
It would be
oh so hipster and oh so nice
to make photocopies and drink red wine
& we could dance to a song from another time
or ride bicycled together, findin’ rocks to climb
build a fort out of the sheets
an call it a castle that we’ll never have to leave
– except to go to work and school…
and meet all of our friends too…
cause there will always be, more than just me and you.
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