how did this happen to me? i bruised you. 

Under the web, freeway kind of inebriated & liberated. A free way kind of mind. With trust funds & trust issues, you can't ram love. Even from an areal view, even if you had horns. Or ocean related, it sits a top the fire & makes mild. On the cusp of cool you down. April fools for every day of the year. I never blew a candle to make a wish,  I dream I dream I dream 

ever feel as though the more you peel away, the stronger the bite. like a little onion in your hand. takes over your eyes and you press them--you press them so hard, you want to push out what unintentional tears you have created like instant coffee. like the metal flavor your tongue leaves behind after you swallow the blood from having got caught between your teeth. i want to kiss your bones & sometimes i want to be a boy. 

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lets talk about the space we occupy. tell me how you used to be so insecure about your height. how your boney knees don't bother you as much anymore. and your ears have filled in quite nicely. how you pay attention to your gestures, especially during hostile confrontation and/or before you make moves. 

ask me why i hate my knees. and ill tell you because i wish they were boney like yours. then ill tell you a story within a story and you'll have to laugh because i will will it. and it won't be a quiet chuckle, i  will watch your belly dance, and ill admit to my nervous habits. how i pick things apart. i'll tell you about the weight i carry. and how it seems that my value keeps shrinking, and yet i feel the heaviest i've ever been. 

sun in the evening, not san francisco, 

but a santa ana: a steinbeck kind of metaphor of a mountain,

a salinas kind of thighs, under you

i've embraced july in private,

each day i remembered why,

its hard to say goodbye,

a june bug kind of love,

a kiss within july,

july july july