Out of the Whole meadowA Poem by S.I.I.Out of the Whole meadow of girls in their upper east side. Most lack style to walk On concrete and straight on threw. They waist their time with their dress size dreaming threw mirrors, then walking past those dreams Over to the shoes You, under my desk just like them. In concrete lines In tight designer dress sizes But I want you to be alone with me In the meadow this concrete meadow sneaking off our clothes slipping closer to each others Skin. © 2011 S.I.I. |
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