hot boys
and sweat underneath my breasts
cold wind sting on
seven day unshaven legs
he rode me like the sun accross the sky
writing all his pain out on my skin
and i cried out.
oh god
but do i even believe in god?
how ironic for me to be
religious in a time like this.
georgous round belly
and he held me there
with arms around my waist
and fingers through my hair
and he told me he had never seen the
stars before.
what beauty am i to see?
his fingers danced on guitar strings
and i swore to him
i had never known God before.
what religion
what relief?
found boy
love
new face old feelings
with a diffrent kind of
stale pain between my knees.
10:25 pm - 18.05.03
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