I could stay with you
per sempre
te amo, mi amor
gelati in Amalfi
mafia boss,
your voice so hoarse.
Spain and Puerto Rico
sangria and seashells, we go
miles in your speedo
grazie mille, bellisimo
Santa Monica, in spells
like Americana brought us home
in the midst of Cinque Terra
made me think of
San Francisco.
The scent of Shanghai
Lanvin Parfum and
Blvgari,
magnolia and jasmine
sexy in my mink pelt, handsome
you in tom ford, St Laurent
charcoal black your turtleneck
dragon cave like Lang Jiu
baijiu on my breath and then
I lit an anorexic love.
with a hollow cigarette.
Everytime you wanted me
you took me in like waves
la mer
and everytime you needed less
you exhaled me
like smoking breath.
Seltzer sighs, I'm carbonated
cigar thick like air, pent-
housing in my dressing gown
surrounded by your aura
tousled hair.
rough housing in your old
run down-
mustang, turquoise spoiler
gelled hair
but you beyond the glistening
homage to men of old
aching
lay hidden there in plain sight
wore the
rusted edges, ruffled feathers
skin too thin to house my prayers.
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Trailer Park Queen
PoetryThis is the story of a girl who broke free from a trailer-park life - and found love in a dark place - a girl who believed in the country America used to be, the glory and magic of the open road and the joy of being a teenager on the run from the la...
