Young boy tattooed himself to my velvet temper, My untamed parade. Slapped him with melody He choked and smiled in my hedonistic web. Coma in my lane, He swam for my height, Thinking it was all that kept him from me. On a day Any heifer would do, When an obscure Light was leaking From his eyes, Like some buttery monster, I granted him a minute on that vinyl couch. His dizzy feet came at me With a swollen breeze. All I saw were chaotic scraps of light And stray, red knots. My counterfeit kiss peeled him to the skull. Nine years of him packed in a kiss. He heard parachutes of violins, Swan beaks insisting love. I saw a drowsy sow. Still, my lips tugged him to oblivion.
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