May 22, 2008

• Love Machine

  You come from a place far away and taste like rich coffee in the six and sevens of the morning. You tell me I am your muse, and that you would like to put me on a chain of yellow diamonds. You say you love me and that mine is the only face you see in a crowd full of people. And even after my hurtful whispers and others thoughtful advice to stay away, you coming running to me. Telling me how you miss my eyes, my smile, my innocence. We haven't seen our reflections in two months. And still everyday I think about you and your birthmark. I miss your warmth. I miss your lips. I miss your music. I miss your poems. I miss your horrible morning breath. I miss your vocabulary. I could never be as good as you in so many ways. But  you never see this. Your breathtaking. I want to run away to New York and live with you in a studio apartments that will reek of weed and liquor.... maybe Indian Food. I want to see myself in your big brown eyes forever.
  Lets do it, run away, elope, start from nothing. I will be cut out of my inheritance, but at least I wont be cut out of your heart. Lets live life. Lets listen to Dob Dylan. Lets be beautiful. Together.

   

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