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Feeling the soft, thick cotton
Upon my firm foundation This bottom is solid Do not be fooled by the twinkle in my eye Like this: Like Loading...
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My wineglass perched on your ass
After the night we spent tonguing in cursive Stagnant & installed as my petrified goddess Wishing modern love was more immersive
Making memories of stained glass
Naked with our flesh intertwined Fresh thoughts I need to write down Either way, I know you’re forever mine
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Lost beneath the shipwreck
Down at the bottom of the cove Suffering from the scurvy With scant upon our old wood stove No fresh water nor ripe fruit Alone with only countless tales Doomed with no audience nor friend Fate of those who chase the whale Like this: Like Loading...
It’s not too much to ask for
Cold chilling to our bones When we’re together forevermore
Wrap yourself tightly, I implore
Through love, we must atone It’s not too much to ask for
Briskness recalls days of yore
Nostalgia to which we’re prone When we’re together forevermore
Battered ships upon the same shore
Knowing we’re never alone It’s not too much to ask for
Feeling the true price of this war
Pages of guilt written in stone When we’re together forevermore
Tossed in the bottom drawer
Realities remaining unknown It’s not too much to ask for When we’re together forevermore Like this: Like Loading...
Knowing the bottom of the depths
Untold theories where passion lies Encased all in a delicate French lace The truth that logic & gravity defies
Earthbound creatures can’t be understood
It’s simply not in our fallible DNA Attempted in conversational tones But we’ve lost connection anyway
Trying to find a way back to the meaning
Reason doesn’t apply to moments like this Disregard the pressures of our past That we might create our own sustainable bliss
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Treading lightly on the soft highway
Searching onward for the Earthbound divinity Through the desert with the primal scream Broken decibels ring out, yet amount to infinity
Silver pistol tucked in drawer of hosiery
Known to man only by a chintzy nom de plume I always preferred a thick bottomed almanac Slowed, but we have big energy to exhume
Dawn rises, yet the Truth still silently sleeps
Looking for prophets in the glittering sun Too bright for our modern, mortal myopia Be still; be patient as time is not yet overrun Like this: Like Loading...
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Looking to transmit the broken fragments
To leave nothing at the bottom of the pail
Set out – exposed in the baking dog day sun
Mis-remembered, but not quite a tragic fail Like this: Like Loading...
Counting out the steps
Crawling on all fours
One, two three, one two, three
You deny the circus, but they’re really yours
Giving her another twirl
We’re standing naked & stark
You speak your pretentious slang
Only exposed in the dark
I’m here with your midnight medicine
My beautiful babe, bottoms up!
But I remain steadfast
Watching you spill out of your lace cups Like this: Like Loading...