he makes dollars out of pennies
cracking in from all sides
he'll stick his nose in and kiss you
if you stop to kiss him back
and with virginia pressed to his lips
he wastes a second
thinking only of how to make
a moment out of it.
you wake in sunshine
with hangovers from the chilling cold
it stung you it burned you you smelled
the wet smell of dead leaves
and it reminded you of summer
when the heat burns up our hearts
and the moon lights up the sky
and we walk through goodale with out our shoes
and buy all the things we like
it reminds you of a hippie smell
unwashed hair on unshaved legs
babies hair all slicked aside
and women without shirts on their chests
they adore the sun
the dead grass and the dehydration
from too many beer tickets
he kisses you with meated lips
and he smiles with a burning mouth
so after his virginia lips kiss yours
he'll remind you of
cigarette butts littered on the path
and blues streeming out to the street
and of icecream sundaes slipping down your throat
he kisses you like
comfest.
he kisses you like comfest
when the sun went down and the volume of an acoustic went up.
he kisses you like
a comfest kiss should kiss
9:58 pm - 03.03.04
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