First with your hands and then with your mouth.. A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds.. I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.. . You took off your clothes, left on the light. You stood there so brave. You used to be shy. Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom..
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud. Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes. And so no one would know how tired they've grown. Of talking and telling their lies.
It's not the road we used to know. They tore some buildings down. The traffic's like a pack of dogs. . There's fewer trees, windows, fleas. There's concrete on the lawn.
Why do we always end up like this?. . The same position on the couch. Staring into each other's eyes. But do we have to talk about this now. And do I have to feel like crying?.
It's the same plan inscribed on me. . 'Cause there's only one design. There's some time allowed to me. But Saturday came and went and I. . And I still want and I still need.
I fell asleep today, it rained all afternoon. . The apartment felt too small. I take up to much room. The night has worn away. But she hasn't disappeared.