shape that cuts
(girllike)
closely
shaven

with sweetness pressed
alone a little empty

needswants

filling to be

–inside–so mouth;;;

skin love,

hands dreaming on
pert curving of tiny
white white white

she she

"Can


             I


go down on you?"

With every heartbeat
Your voice grows fainter.
Silence
Tuning in on the crackles that murmur
From glass,
Gossamer threads of gray
Escape your lips,
Lacing through the streams of the moon;
   You mean nothing to me.
Let me show you what love is.
The world's real small today.
I can feel it melt pools in my arms;
  You mean nothing to me.
Hearing the hums of my ever shrinking universe;
   You mean nothing to me
            Absolutely nothing to me
                *Nothing at all

Time passes as night blooms.
Her lips awoke the soul of the sleeping city,

She grabbed the microphone,
As the stars screamed.

How this girl's voice has smitten me.

There are hundreds of places she could be.
But she is here with me.

In a past life, I banged on empty garbage cans.
While whistling alone in my room.

This night!
My heart is beating like a drum for you...


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