I’m a young lover

by on January 25, 2014 :: 0 comments

I’ll fill up your trashcan with condoms
I’ll be on top or on bottom
I’m more or less a whore
But I can be all yours
For one lump sum
I can hump you
Anytime you want
But you have to listen
When I explain the world
In extended metaphors
And you’re not allowed
To make it weird
When I sing loudly
In the car
If you tell me it’s all right
When growing up
Keeps me awake at night
Then tomorrow we can
Start our own sunrise
And grow between
Each moon
until we die
Or bloom

editors note:

Fragile fledgling flowers, be not bereft, but betrothed. Bloom! Yes! Bloom! – mh

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