He is not mine
to faulter
to fondle
With turquoise painted fingernails
This green memory
laced with ivory and bark
Blurred by the heat of
moist skin
rugged breath
(the rain whispered to hide our exasperations)
Hiding behind
third grade mind games
I知 afraid of this feeling
I知 afraid of this truth
want you need you
can稚 picture cloudy nights without you
can稚 picture this freedom without you
Am I going mad?!
or are your eyes
just getting to my head?














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