February 17, 2013

We could be cloaked in secrecy like you
Get cloaked in blankets
So well. It could be hidden, which would
Be bad, but that’s how you want it. Hidden

Like a trap-door spider. Did you ever think
You’d have love comparable to a trap-door

Spider? Of course not. And riotous laughter
Will fill my room, and yours when I’m there

Making a joke, calling you ‘babe‘ ironically,
But you’d like it for real a little. No admission

Could be given for how my stomach feels
When you lounge about where I happen to
Lounge. I can’t get the words out right
To even admit.

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