Wednesday, September 23, 2009


when she calls I run
meet her within the hour
we are dope smoking mothers
last night of freedom
as his texts
plot his way home
we talk love lives
she snapped up the perfect man
at a bargain price
he didn't know his value
on the open market
we talk sex
she is an orgasmic flood gate
release the sea
me drought struck dunes
sand drift in the wind
i tell her
i've always loved her
i try to rub against her
at the red light
but again she says no

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