wrote this at 3a.m.
oh god, the rain
the summer thinking, series
of miniature dreams, uh
escapes me by the time i open my eyes.
some sparks some finger tips
all over. sometimes i’m in,
sometime’s i’m out. mostly
i am in. buzz on my chest and
on my thigh, just in time
to say goodbye. speak with
your mouth closed on my skin.
all romance like Cusack and daydreams.
where am i going with this?
