freaks like me

nobody knows what honey does
when i talk of birds
(and bees)
as i sit here in the shady part
you're dropping needles
(on my knees)
and so i giggle at the pain
of pin pokes pierced under my skin
and let you in where only i have gone
to cultivate this sin
you close the door behind you
while i turn on every light
maybe i might become a sandwich
because i love it when you bite.
so crawl across to your side
be the voice inside my head
while i blow smoke rings and such other things
from all these things we've said.

the promise

dreamscaped landscape
flows freely
through the watermelon grove

i dare not go to sea where i can see
your mermaid tales of discontent and rapture
capture this moment and fly, will i?

get distracted
with a feeling less a word
seems so absurd because im full of them
songs you sing along
and stumble on my word.

its what you heard
when you looked in
and saw my voice.

attract | repel

this fascination with magnetism
paints painful pleasure
in this portrait of a girl
who drives through mountains.

impossible
is not
an option.

will finds way to press play
and skip repeat.
step into this beat or keep the promise.










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