She sat thick on him
Like spaghetti, Like syrup, Like a waist.
She was delicate
In his hands,
Through his lips,
I would like to think about you,
I would like to touch you -
In the bright hallways of my mind
You sit behind one of the many black latticed doors, where glowing light hums through soft rice paper panes.
Where are you...
At night, in sleep, I open them;
I wander through, looking for you,
are u the kinda girl that leaves the house with her hair wet?
are u that woman that walks in, loud -
do u care if ur laugh is heard?
do u care if ur words are stale, salty, stiff, rich, lugubrious, languorious, glorious,
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