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in my head
i'm screaming
hoping that
you'll do it again
and that maybe this time just
maybe
it will soothe something real deep inside me that no one-
not even hot water
can reach.
cause everything in those few naked hours right before
the deep black
becomes something bright and dirty in the morning
it all felt like Paris-
in The Sun Also Rises,
where everyone loves too much and drinks even more
and the sentances, like
fingers are aching to jump off the pages, and onto your lips.
waiting for my lips to smile back
waiting for
the heat to creep through the cracks in the window and around
the damp softness of my ankles
climbing and cackling up inch by inch,
laughing at
ella fitzgerald as she floats into the doorway
echoing with that sweaty heavy drag
sweet and broken in
when she sings for
everthing wet
at 4 am.
i'm screaming
hoping that
you'll do it again
and that maybe this time just
maybe
it will soothe something real deep inside me that no one-
not even hot water
can reach.
cause everything in those few naked hours right before
the deep black
becomes something bright and dirty in the morning
it all felt like Paris-
in The Sun Also Rises,
where everyone loves too much and drinks even more
and the sentances, like
fingers are aching to jump off the pages, and onto your lips.
waiting for my lips to smile back
waiting for
the heat to creep through the cracks in the window and around
the damp softness of my ankles
climbing and cackling up inch by inch,
laughing at
ella fitzgerald as she floats into the doorway
echoing with that sweaty heavy drag
sweet and broken in
when she sings for
everthing wet
at 4 am.