Little Evening Play
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~When I lay down and started writing this I saw that your face was clearer in my mind than everything and any one I'd ever wasted so much other time And I sat on dusty grasses by the pavement on your street And realized there wasn't anywhere we'd ever be able to meet...Again, so I lit a cigarette on the topaz rays of sun that were serenading oak trees and the leaves would burn the sky's tongue, and the battered girl I know myself to be just sat and smiled, Because you weren't near me but I knew you might be in a while...Lets go to a movie, break into churches or shoot pool, I could write you pretty poems and explain why I love breaking rules, And we could go to bed together in a blanket of wanton night, and pretend the world got better because we were both so right...And in the dreams that barely touch us in adark caress of fall, You'd play music that would make you hard and I wouldn't care at all...In fact that I keep waking up to make sure you're still there, and even if you weren't I'd just creep lonely down your stairs...To begin that walk towards somewhere the morning spirits lie, Make my hips like cushions in your fingers slippery sighs...~

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