IntermissionA Poem by Tentenrock concertsHer name is this brick Break black paint nails Scratch palms first layer of skin Head back point up search stars Find alley street lamp, shhh someone Possibility a reasonable person might hear us Her, her lips to thigh raised bent Placed shoulder, one kiss feel Back fringe occupants those smiles Knows way hands adjust jeans t-shirt edge She wears answering lips, our hands Separate into concert crowd, Find way hard light mosh pit, a fist a hand On my a*s grasp too hard, too big unfamiliar Step away hit harder she isn’t in sight Offering her name I like this. . 7:56PM Tue 04/13/10 (Written, Frank) © 2010 Tenten |
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