Sunday, March 13, 2005

untitled #3118

like heart
singles torn
resembling twins
if its true
phantom limbs puslate
thru space and shadows
of blue black lovers
and sometimes its not
any color in particular
snug between butterscotch candie wrappers
strawberry kiwi flavorful tongue
to cheek
across teeth
sucking resentment
and his taste from her thoughts
memories stink so bad they
seep in your skin and stretch out your soul
leaving marks and bruises
rips and now its too big
holding tight to your sorrow
out of shape and misplaced
your happiness soon follows
like singles during winter
grabbing tight the abscene
in hopes of feeling connected
to one soul

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