“He’s only your boyfriend”
statement inaudible
to my three times
pierced ears
it makes no sense
to our love
they're dense
No one knows what we share
12:30 after the morning of breakfast
Hot eggs and hot sex
one strip of bacon left
drive me home
in the almost cherry red Honda
once before
in this ride my legs were elevated
now so is my mind
“He’s only your boyfriend”
that boy
my friend
seven years
well spent
boy friend
man friend
lover
love me
love him
“He’s only your boyfriend”
They don’t understand
switched schools
held back
still you love me
left S.A.C
still you love me
left handed even
still you love me
Or do you love my dependency
Boyfriend?
© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
1 comment:
This, Tia, is quite an achievement as well.
Had jealousy stood in the way of understanding initially, why I'd not perceived its beauty, its clarity; why I'd not been convinced of the success of it?
I love when images and lines slip as if lubricated.
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