Sailing past
on breezes of yesterday,
i see you twisted up
between her thighs.

And did you know
that your place of comfort
was inhabited by yet another,
night before last?

She wears innocence
from the bottle
and sex from the sidewalk -
drifting between what
they see and what
we know...and she pulled
you in with her brown eyes
red lips black hair -
that semblance of something
better on the other side;
that something you'd never known,
swallowed in a sea of blondes
for the five years prior.

And you broke her heart
so she broke yours.

And you want her back
as she lets you in.

But she's only a play thing,
you tell yourself,
relying on memories of
her body beneath yours.

A saturday night is
her killing field -
turning best friends against
one another for the
love of her thighs.

She's smooth as silk,
sharp as nails, and
she knows what she needs

and she gets what she wants...

08/10/2003

Posted on 08/10/2003
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