Word Alimony
Your rabid smile enthralled my shoe-tasting eyes
But then I thought back
I said to you yesterday
that those words were most perfect
You flitted away to tomorrow's next
I took it down and held it up
It's true, those words knew me
I knew it only to be mine
Don't gift 'em to me. You can't
It's right here, too close, too real
Right here in the center
The cynosure of me
Oh the hell with it
Intercourse the words, will ya?
It's still my baby.
And I'll fuck again
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