December 27, 2002

ladies lie on new years day

we've laid our powdered bodies down the length of each other
content with the idea that we were just what we said we are,
if even for a short time
we feed our desires full of popcorn, candy
and sentimental dreams.

pink in our prime, we blushed our skins till it was red with desire
warm to the touch with our becoming.
as the brisk voices of our decisions begin to say
"ask of me this, i demand that you're that"

but our tiny feet pressed against the naked walls
that covered our heads
somehow always looking bawled
and we will danced the ends of the year into the beginnings of the night
as our evening delicately laid it's self out
as ladies lie, biting hold
the edges of their favorite lips
to drink their solemn-ness goodbye.

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