Lovers
I’d rather have a lover
Lyin on the hard floor
In an humble abode,
With not many things
Except
Laughter til my heart aches
Playing fingers in our hair,
Smelling each other’s skin
Like warm drinks,
Heat rising
While
Talking dreams until the sun peaks,
Than
A big house in high places
With big cars and big things,
With big talks and flashy rings,
If the flesh we touch
Is not the good stink,
And the heart beats
Monotonously.
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