love is..
us, living in a van by the river..
drinking cheap scotch and screw-top wine
writing mad/bad-ass poems on napkins stolen from McDonald's.
we will film everything, of course, and become friends.
lol come on now, let's get serious!
Love is..
the blinds closed, your wet hair, your pupils all crescent, the clutch
and hold of your sweet talons, and that satin bush wild enough to silk on!
to silk on? oh, you mean after i bang it on your salty lips & tongue?
oh yeah - and the way you paint those lusty arrows on my skin
till i am blind & gutted, reduced to howls; dog language
but what if i want a cigarette and we have none?
i'll let you suck my finger or if you want you can suck your thumb and i won't ever tell anyone.
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