Buried in a luxurious rain I only came to see you again. The grave is lonely The nearby road, busy. No one stops to talk to you anymore Words are too valuable these days. I will set my books down near your stone And watch the moss grow. I remember you used to frown If I mentioned the way you Smiled in your sleep. "That's so private." You would say chagrined. Money in hand, you would Greet the cashier: if it Was a man he would stare. I remember you used to spit Like a man. The thing about You that turned me on the most Was the way you would say, "Me." Anonymous submission.
Added: 12 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 7:52 PM | Viewed: 2782 times
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