i guess i'll post this, too
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it was a cat & mouse chase all across London
i blew your cover
but the wind was still
and you weren't the first one i saw, but i loved the way you walked away
her (sweaty) skin has the texture of fresh papaya.
threatened by my lack of words
blank lines flash
across
i didn't say anything when you pushed your nails into my back
while in Paris
dine outdoors
the sun will warm your sandaled feet
honesty is the key
but where is my lock?
i've wanted to drain diamonds and water over your white thighs
but all i could do was toss the salt
over my shoulder.
why do you want that [LABEL]
if you don't LEBAL me
or reciprocate me
you didn't know what it meant. i mean, how could you
the thought/moment settled into the nest of
my brain until it would/could learn to fly
i smelled you in my space today
yesterday
and was taken back to that time
that time you are trying to
get back to
silver fish rising
to the surface like bubbles
in boiling water (and how
have you escaped the rest?)
a desperate volta will cling to the
idea of shifting/dissipating clouds.
so i show
you some more
and i learn
why i am selfish with myself
i have waited
for you, up high, behind the stained
glass window. it never showed
your true colors