Mike’s Wild Years

The bugs possess an autoluminescence; I confess I liked you best undressed – almost-chapped lips so firmly pressed against my own and chest to chest. And yes, I guess I look a mess – all dirty shorts, my party dress of course is at the cleaners. You were (what’s more!)  a key scene for a movie that they show old souls that die and go to heaven. I am seven and a half years old each time that you remind me why I’ve died so often lately. Frankly (probably not worth stating, but) I mostly stand in line for you and don’t care for the movie. Please pursue me. Please subdue me. Please distort and then dilute me. Absolutely I will go for anything that gets me more.


~ by perfectionatrix on June 1, 2011.

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