The night soaks itself in this.
The evening of a lovers tongue when
remedy coodi shots
are only
a serinje away from getting bitten by the
love bug.

And i never naked as the night feel the pupils of a young love
serenade the diameter of its black
beneath the palms of the ripe female.

Becoming me and not a damn thing
changes how i feel about
the endless sun
burnt into a daze of irish bailey's and mint leaves
dancing under the breath of their young lust.
Listening hardly to what the water sobbs for,
even after a hard summer rain
melting the branches like
a bubble gum beneath the soles of my shoes.

Nothing matters really.
The west wind is dead and
the east cries mary one two many times.
Just loud enough to stop their breaths.

just enough
to make me miss today.

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