if you know anything about love,
you'll bury this. and we won't
act like it ever existed. and I
will be myself and you will
be yourself. we will say
"lordy, it was nothing! just some
crazy notion the moon gave us."
I don't want to be that! I don't
want it to touch! my heart
wants your heart. I cannot
write poetry without it.
did you fuck me, when
there is nothing but "like"
between us? and the like
is poisonous, and we
never touch because of it.
we had it to do again, I
probably would do it all the same;
especially that part where
your brother saw me naked.
cause I really liked that part.