Some days I wish
I could fight you
With my fists bruised
Your lips bleeding
While your freckles
Shine bright in the sun
You could break my nose
Or spit in my eyes
Blind me, for just a second
You would smile
With bright, white teeth
There would be bright, red blood
On your bright, white teeth
I imagine it is what making love
Would feel like
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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