10/12/2010

Like her

I wish they were all like her
Talks like hushes and
How she licks my salted seeping nose
It hurts but that coo is all I need
The scratches on the emery and
How she walks all around us
I'd let you wake me up for nothing
I appreciate your concern
(somedays, not today)
Kiss me again because
I will always choose your neck
To nuzzle
over my left shoulder

and just now, he said as he held her:

you smell like dirty feet; you must have been sleeping in the wrong socks.

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