By ZoE
Date: 12 July 1999

pink eyelashes

kids glance our way
I fall out of line
my lips guide this steering wheel
it's this fucked up game I play with myself
I lick your lips and bite my nails
he smiles at me self conciously
a disease he tries to control
I say, "honey, can I make it better?"
just like I say to my baby
and he thinks I can
so I take off my clothes
bright shadows dancing across the windows and I'm positive that they are "us"
and I kiss him
and now I'm sure he's kissing me back
he's struggling through these ropes
he's looking vulnerable
I kiss his face
I flick on the radio and I can't help but cry
he cries too
i kiss him
cry
kiss him
cry
we love
and it is endless
and i am satisfied with that