Saturday, October 01, 2011

about turn

A weird mix of
strawberries and coffee
and how I mistook
the light of a lamp
for the magic of
the moon.
I don't ever want to
the feel of your genitals
in my hands.
I don't ever want you
to forget
the girl with the thick
under the plush graveyard tree.
The angle
our love made.
360 degrees, baby.
Don't ever forget
how I wanted us
to leave that wretched circle