Saturday, April 10, 2010

Chocolate by Snow Patrol

break

standing (cock)-eyed
in the sun,

arm bent / hips forward


skirts like petticoats / and corsets
i

stare at you.
you, like the nares on an orange,
gaze

right back at me.
i

bend my knee /
   (and twist)

i /

(heart) this life
with

you in it.
holding / on  (breakneck pace) i

grow so fond of you
(my) clothes
turn

gold...

i go [whole mole] for you.

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