in the still of another man's grind
i have found the music in a motion
meant for sexing and suicide.
boy, i could have you top or bottom
singing the kinks and wearing
your pants around your ankles,
screaming the lyrics along.
because new jersey ain't that far away
and your hand on my thigh
is the permission that i needed
to know that the long haul
starts with your anxious touch.

12/22/2007

Posted on 12/22/2007
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