unconfident playboy
peach-breed bridge-groom
shall i partake in your your game?

our kleptonic desire in impenetrable
::just say no baby, say yes::

and our hands are stained in the morning
for our mothers to see.
dripping with a red sin
they thought belonged to them.
we are caught, still smiling.

lips curled around a collective curse
::say no baby, just say yes::

we own this southern wind.<
electrified by hushed.....
and thunderous.....
arching into the sky to meet the tomorrow
promise, next week, we meet.
again, the first time.
dripping with anxiety and melted into...
relax ::baby say yes, just say no::

mothers grimace at our peach fuzz storm.
misting blinking eye lashes and guaranteeing headaches.
we smile, with a satisfaction
they thought was theirs.
::we will say no baby, we say yes::

04/19/2002

Posted on 03/07/2010
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