I'd like to lay you down
after you debated politics with me.
Make me feel stupid.
We remembered those lost, cried.
Hugged.
A woman who can make me, six foot three,
feel small in your arms.

make me forget about punctuation
capitalization how to speel

I'd like to make you moan.
Lick the alphabet, on your body.
One rule: you can't touch me.
This is about you.

Help me forget responsibilities.
Call in sick to work.
End up laying in bed all day anyway,
as if we were really sick, sick in love.

We'd write poetry everywhere and anywhere.
Get through half of the poem, look at each other
and spontaneously interlude to bodies bumping
trying to see who breaks first.

I love games, mostly when the prize is love,
and so far the only prize has been pain.
I am a romantic, shoot me.

04/02/2006

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Posted on 05/16/2007
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