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sistawendy) wrote2008-12-14 09:22 am
sistawendy) wrote2008-12-14 09:22 am
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Nun succumbs to poetic urge.
The girl with her books,
The boy with his guitar,
Me with my plans.
I'm in a butter cube of dreams
Lit from the inside.
Slow, halting, but
Hard to stop from the outside.
At the bottom of the ramp
The sensuous, mod curve greets me,
A perfect Bettie Paige move
In regularly spaced yellow lights.
Beckoning me where, the home I'm headed for?
No, down the road.
The boy with his guitar,
Me with my plans.
I'm in a butter cube of dreams
Lit from the inside.
Slow, halting, but
Hard to stop from the outside.
At the bottom of the ramp
The sensuous, mod curve greets me,
A perfect Bettie Paige move
In regularly spaced yellow lights.
Beckoning me where, the home I'm headed for?
No, down the road.