By Stephen
Date: 2003 Jun 14
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I'm suffocating next to you
Shivering sweat in this sun
Your smooth glazed legs
Dirty with sand
As wet as your hair's red
Bleeding down an axe
Smelted from steel tan
Coaxed with meaningless convo
"how was finals"
As best keeping casual
"I don't want to talk about it"
Neither do I
Laying there half naked
As a turkey still in the oven
Carving your teeming body
Piece by risqué piece
I'd rather say nothing
And just feel your shell within my palms
Choking to death for words