Counting Out The Steps

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

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Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

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Crawling away from sudden shores
Locked away in anterior rooms
Sunlit beauties try to remain pale
Complexities of intimate bedgloom
Modern mermaids express themselves
Repelled by their former clamshell
Their silence betrayed the insane
Meeting up again behind the bandshell
Eastbound Portola around the curve
Writing hard to retain your shape
Lost in the Inner Sunset
Catching the N Judah to escape