Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Behind.

One on one
Makes two full hearts
that break at the same speed
as crashing trains
and machine gun centipedes
hanging from trees.
Does it matter the catipillar was white?
Does it matter our fingers would
brush at night
& perhaps intertwine?
Only to me.
Eat A Peach
and sing a song
of music and love
and friendship.
(I forgot the later)
When you hugged me,
innocently enough,
from behind.
I think you'll find
you get it now
I say within my mind
"You're just one of the guys"
And when it comes to love
that you deserve
you will be left behind

NJ// Aug 2014