Your limbs
On my mind
My mind
On a hang glider
Soaring over the tide.
Sometimes I remember how you teased me in the mornings
I was always so fond of
Your backside
& you of my front.
That's where your hands always traveled.
I claim my limbs are international
Roman hands &
Russian Fingers
Wow
So Corny
Write a book on how to be me
A pamplet
Talk to me
Read to me
I rememeber you
like I remember my "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" sleeping bag...
Fondly
I liked your confident strut
I felt taken care of
Safe
Some of us
We thrive when we feel safe.
You brought out the best in me
I couldn't do that for you
I can't figure out if there should be a
question mark
or a
period
after that line.
...On to the next
...on to the next
Settle me so I can concentrate elsewhere
So I can think of other things
besides your limbs.
So go love
let's run away from eyes that judge
from eyes that place us in boxes that
they think we'll fit
so nicely into.
They'll use force if neccesary.
Let's get out now love
Fast Fast Fast
Be me today
& I'll be you
I'll tell me what I want to hear.
Summertime feelings
dry out in the sun.
Missing your laugh
My life is alot less funny with out it.
Like walking into the living room mid-movie
I'm lost & confused
Bothering others for information.
Answer my questions
All of them
Im hurt.
Answer my questions
So I can feel important again
Like I matter to you.
I'm better now
I've grown.
Oh but I'm still me
As I am
As I always was
Find again
What you found then.
Tell me I'm beautiful
Spread the blanket over us
Let's cuddle beneath
Hold me
Your back
Against
My front
Don't pretend with me
Your limbs
Connect us
