Monday, July 7, 2008

Again, Sweat

Oh, did you smell like fireworks
standing there with my breath on your neck?
Watching desperate moth maneuvers at the screen door

Oh, did you see those hippies
bare feet hitting hard on the floor?
Wanting to be them, to have another body to put drugs into

Fuck, did you sweat out of all your clothes
and lay naked on your bed waiting for something to get you?
Paying close attention to your saliva as it crashed against the roof of your mouth

Didn't I see you looking tall and nervous
and gorgeous and perfect and laughing and --
Nevermind, that wasn't you I don't know

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