(Versus my stupidly normal skills)
There is
a shimmering brightness
one gains from standing
dancing, romancing, and even
embracing the shadows
And you,
my beautiful doll of foolish desires,
have done all three...
or is it four?
We’ve wasted our days
minutes, seconds, and rather all time
collecting sunburnt skin and running
naked
through the patch of zinnias
There is more than one way to trample an old maid.
Forgive me,
but my boldness seems to
strike at the most
inopportune moments
If you just lie
lay
rather spread yourself out on the floor like so
we can skip the confessions and jump straight
(straight being the keyword here)
into penitence.
The madness of spring fast approaches...
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