writing gone wrong

[firefalling]

If I'd'a'been a mosquito
flapping 'gainst the walls of our tent
I'd'a'wished my lifespan longer
So's I could make love like that
on the floor of a tent
to the sound of sleeping bags
sliding up over vinyl sidings
and disembodied voices
as they kick up dust as
our sleeping bags slide

'm not sure if mosquito's
've got lesbianism to worry about
but I sure should've.

that was uncalled for
what I'm trying to say's
I'm sad and pathetic
and still think of you
this long later