Feelings feelings
Everyone talks
About them.
My gut knots
Like an intractable
Scout's rope,
Digesting biliously
What I feel
When you walk by
Swaggering
Content
In your syrupy
Moral universe.
Why must I be bound
To your hard heart
Your tight-shut world
Why must you
Be my closest comrade
And still draw your spear
At my 'frailty'.
I am a girl
You are boy
And we play dominoes.
Not house.
I have another for that.
Image of the Week
Tuxedo, my love
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