By distant moon
Date: 9 April 2001
So, so
breast feeders anonymous has now taken the stands
Hello
My name is Bob
Hi Bob
Hi, I...I was a breast feeder
Good for you Boob, I mean....Bob
That had to be freudian
you and I laughed at that for hours
we danced under stars like children under junebugs
we'd tie string to their legs and watch them frantically try to escape
it was cruelty
to insects
but to us
it was friendship
it was of course, all in my head
............this had to come from somewhere...........
FLASHBACK FIVE YEARS
Good morning everyone
Today is a new day and today we will learn Calculus
That's all I remember from that period
But I do remember you sitting in front of me
You were so beautiful
And with that name, how could you not be
Even when everyone else in the room
Would point, laugh
You would interrupt them and say how much you liked me
That quieted them
They were then jealous
And I was more secure
It was a strange time in my life
But we had a connection
Both of our fathers had died
And as morbid as that sounds
It made me feel like we were meant to be
Moving on in life I saw another
Her name has become etched in my memory
She was a word that hadn't been written yet
She still lingers on my mind,
With a baby on hip
And boyfriend at bay
We still connect
It was a should have been that couldn't
And anytime I think of beauty
Anytime I think of pleasure
Anytime I think of love
I think of her
Skipping ahead, she walked in and showed me
What it felt like
Love, that is
And oh so beautiful it was
She showered me with it
Of course, being the fool I am, I managed to smother myself in it, killing her in the process
Not literally of course, but the relationship part
She's off at some college that isn't mine, that's for sure
But Beatles albums about a specific Road make me think of her
Or Sheryl Crow songs
With high school almost finished she walks in
Cheerleader outfit on
Flirtatious
Any lonely man would be a fool to resist
I found out otherwise
her Basket was full, and was a basketcase in and of itself
but she would deal
she would hide
I would comfort
But Given her opportunity
And what with me 15 states away on vacation
She of course, would then sleep with someone else
Not that we ever had
Not that we should have
But anytime that I think of cute
She's right there
An ebony princess rolls in to town
stealing things along the way
including treasures
i can't write much here
but anytime I think of soft, loving comfort
I think of her
which basically brings us to now
alone, forced to imagine having grown up in love
textbook marriage proposal
but i know deep down that that wouldn't have sufficed me
I want something that is all me
Something that is all her
something that reaks of us
She'll explain that to me soon
But I guess, maybe the reason for all of this, is that i wasn't breast fed
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