but there was more
always more for me
just below the surface
and
after near death subsided
a rushing lake of passion
emerged again ….
it wouldn’t have just
stop flowing would it?
Me and myself said out loud
yes i wish she could
be my girlfriend
the one i run to
every night
with kisses and
presents, laughter and love
that i could be
what you want babe
ending the anorexia
holding you to me
i look up a little
scrambling
and pull the kisses i’ve been
saving from my pocket
finally offering you one
kind of like a stick of gum
we engage it for
a long time,
relief, pain, desire
untill I pull away
and so i say to you
babe this is just a taste
for another lifetime
i don’t have any
more kisses stored up
in my pocket for you
I put an end to
the thought that
you could be my lover
but i still get wet
at the thought or when you
sip your coffee
babe im not what you want
If i could just be a guy
i think you and i ………
