surrounded by my grandfather age
corrupt laid around
beer in mind
then iq melting young glamour
textured lines & intelligence
we hardly spoke
she’d wanted i’d wanted
no common was there
her form perfect imperfect
black pink of dark invitation
i wake up alone
wanting to rummage
we’d had no conversation
if enthusiasms had found a meet
een engel could fall
light eyes
slight form
bright invite
i wake up alone
i want to open the doors
rummage in the wardrode
seek the heat
my imagination assures me awaited
i’ll be disappointed
if she’s not disappointed
we didn’t find
some rain