Cops

Look at me all made of maps, And you of all that swirling smoke. Hiding holding feeling fucking. Keeping the lonely streetlights up. Kiss my hand, pull me in. Eyes and eyes and such and such, Hair and curls and all is what? All of you, cherished and known. All of me, letting go. All of we in the radical moments, letting our sweetly stained romance glow.

1 comment:

Douglas said...

Id like to respond as the guy who deleted the text.
telling a girl you are single and thinking about her or that ouve been single while with or recently with a friend of mine. is wrong.