Living in an highly excited state of overstimulation.

sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010

the other one

I have guarded some things
Some boys
Some girls
Gave me
But not regular boys or girls
Hot boys and girls
So hot I had to melt
With the hotness of their bodies
So I have guarded some things
Every time I got home
after the melting
But this time
This boy
Gave me something
I could not guard
Or hold
Or occlude
Was something
So crazy
So intemperate
So hot.
I held it back
And the boy lost me
In the component meaning of lose
Because the spaces were disproportionately dispersed
And we talked
And talked
About hotness
And gifts
And I decided to leave
To met the other one
But I brought something,
Something viscous,
slothful
And hot
That this boy
gave me.

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