Facebook told me that it had been three years since we met,
that whole lifetime squidged into a suggestive notification.
The little red pop akin to the little mark I got from you
that I fondly feel fr...
Her lips weren't sure, the glint was ruthful.
Her knowing of it all was becoming tiresome, so they retreated to the view point to feel the soar.
At first with reaps, then with punch, then with drips.
The glints in the furrows of you mother's brow remind me of where I used to be.
From pick-pocketing prostitute pink lip smack to coveting sleep squeezes and postage stamps of trauma.
What you doing tonight?
Going through some stuff
Could do with a Beep
Its been ages Beep
Opening on friday, Beep beep
i will always remember the day you took me to church
you came home with fresh natalas (i can still smell them)
and we told each other we'd tsom—
not drink, eat, smoke, sex til sunset.
we lay surrounde...
its just dawned on me,
something which probably dawns on everyone
as soon as they meet me.
that i am the love child of the poorest and the richest.
the poorest and the richest in
culture, faith, beaut...