Your movements were married to the most mystical of Mayan music. I plummeted into your groove which proved fiercely human. Our pounding hearts started to make our first date seem so stupid. I felt like Bonaparte when I emailed you my art, but it bounced straight back to Cupid…
I’m very lonely, love
You are my only love
This is no phony bluff
But enough of the crony stuff
So I’ll say this: fuck me.
I saw steepled sequels in your soul’s versed trance. I know I knew what I’d never known before just at first glance. In some ways (on Sundays) it’s fun to die in advance. I swear you’d show me nowhere! We’d go there to dance!
I’m very lonely, love
You are my only love
This is no phony bluff
But enough of the crony stuff
So I’ll say this: fuck me!
When we were eighteen, you said chewing gum is a therapeutic costume. Your breath of breakfast bread became a bitter treat, a shitter perfume. I can picture us now shooting up to talk to God in God’s room. You’re my first favourite future since I fell in love in the womb…
Your photograph eyes, my amphetamine we heart it!
It’s no surprise that we laughed as parted!
You are my homey, love.
You really stone me, love.
This baloney isn’t holy enough.
You know me, you show me love.
But I’ll say this: ah, fuck it.
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