Seafoam swallowed fables
in your shirt creases.
Tiny breaths a lighn
my night dress's
if ever if ever
i could stoop
to sitt with you again
it would be, how it should.

But im sorry
for your hands were
sweaty
and my cherry found it shakey.
who knows i burrow when im sleepy
and you happend to be the shoulder availble.
ok you were extra cute too, but dont
call my house hold and dont try and pin me down
for an opinion about your matching tube socks.
maybe i'll sew you in again and
we'll steal away backstage nighttime, under
desks, on recycle bins.
who knows we're tiny.
Saying it again, makes me think.....why the fuck not?

im so indecisive about little blonde voices
that frolic along my wrists
and torture my head with
light smokey touch,
ear popping hash brown of a word
you mutter everytime i sitt on your lapp
and in your arms.