Saturday, April 16, 2011

I Have Seen Your Form

And we pass like we don't know
each other, which is sad, 'cos
we used to think that we did.
There are too many words,

but we only use Hello. Sam saw it coming

from a block away. Berlin made him
sharp. I have never been on
holiday and that is unfortunate.

Why can't we stop for a minute
so I can look at your boyfriend?
I didn't catch his face, or

the cut of his jib. I don't know if he's

righteous. Or good or clean. Don't
I get a say in the matter?
It feels like I should, even though

it's undeserved. You looked beautiful

and healthy, but smiled like you hid
something underneath. Not a sadness,
but a lie. And I want to get inside you.

To find an answer.

But we would have to stop
for a minute. And I don't
see that as an option.

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