Like a Grammy to Punk
Like a broken elevator to a claustrophobe
Like an epidemic to a hypochondriac
Like sirens to a pyromaniac
Like "hold it right there" to a kleptomaniac
Like turbulence to an Iranian
Like clouds to a nude beach
Like a neighbor moaning in ecstasy to your loneliness
Like your wedding party to an ex
Like activity to still drying nail-polish
Like a virgin, no, never mind, forget about the virgin,
You fear me
Like maggots do soft tissue
Like gentlemen do free internet porn
Like leather shoes do blisters
Like tampons do a period
Like wounds do a scab
Like gums do their stitches after the extraction of wisdom teeth
Like a girl in her twenties does masturbation
Like travelers do motion sickness
Like football fans do a draw
Like a mother does her stretch marks
I love you
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
You- 2
A flawless woman,
Immaculate to such extent it hurts.
Smoking glamorously.
You are ruby red lipstick,
framing her in all elegance ,
smudging on her fingers,
marring her perfection,
with every whiff she
takes.
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