She lye on the dine line between
take out and a sit on the floor meal

The perfect time to look at you is to wait until
your eyes uncross

In that small second you bit your lip
and I thanked the fucking heavens
we were both sitting down

I followed the line just below your neck
and can imagine nothing
but spilled paint and falling beads
traveling south

I am and have always been willing to bypass
the many dangerous
toll roads to get
to your cunt

It's just that she would find out

And you would probably tell her

05/06/2008

Posted on 05/07/2008
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