Thursday, September 29, 2011

Young Red Blood.

Should I really lie with you? 
I never know when I'm on my own.
Are there more important things to do
Than kiss and sleep today?
We gotta wake up.
And I talk to your breath.
And we enjoy the air.
And I creep on your chest
to the hut I have where i pluck a few notes
on the strands of your hair.
And I'm singing to you.
What to do,
if I asked you to make funny faces with me in the mirror of the bathroom?

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