....shaving my legs to enya, <br />it makes me feel clean. <br />you've got free long distance- <br />you should visit more often. <br />so much is so easily lost in the space <br />between your tongue and my heart- <br />you lick my breasts well you know <br /> <br />i wonder <br />are you still thinking over <br />that meaningless thing i said a week ago- <br />(about the other guy and the other girl) <br />who would be us- <br />he would say never and she, forever <br />as they parted lips thighs and hips- <br />Hollywood will never capture the pulsating ebb of love, <br />but they can fake it well. <br /> <br />i heard your voice yesterday, <br />as you passed through my dreambed- <br />my stomach resembles a fish bowl, <br />and your words are like virgin goldfish about to orgasm. <br /> <br />my thoughts are on my love, <br />the calm morning that woke before me- <br /> <br />i slithered from beneath my sticky sheets, <br />all reckless and abandoned, <br />counting the penance for last night's sins. <br /> <br />there has to be more than this: <br />sour coffee and DefPoetryJam reruns- <br />while my love showers <br /> <br />in the next room <br /> <br />in another city<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shaving-my-legs/
