I bow to the will
Of the matches found
In your pocket
A hotel room key
Plastic and sheets
Bed unmade
Beanie butts
Where was the thumb I
Sucked
Until you kissed
The valley of my
Bosom?
II.
Electronic cricket
Software gone
Awry
No work today
Free cut
Time to kick back
Fendi boots
Gucci tote
Born rich
Not my fault
But you make me wealthy
Where it matters
In the heart
That holds the
Love for you
Smelted in the heavens
Take shape in my dreams
Be
My Reality.
III.
I shift
My weight
From foot to foot
Listening to samba
Inhaling my secondhand
Smoke
I write
Songs
It’s not the same
Without the flame
To torch this longing
Fellow skins
Feel strange
I hang out
Again.
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