we are like loony toons
stepping onto colour frames,
slouching out from
black and white
where steamy cups and
steamy fucks entwine,
dim rain shades the day.
life fondles us like
Mother's hand, hung
upon the crib.
we fuck and fuck
and yet you dissolve;
leaving a ghost
of bitterness.
a million tears shine
upon the window pane,
all for you.
for mindbodysoul. i suppose.
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