somewhere in peru
the clouds cover our view
forever and always you
he offered a hundred and fifty grand, but i gave him the hand—
just us two and a romp through the swamp
we never knew the word “stop”
always on a single foot, through the woods we bask
an endless gaze, eye to eye with a game of who could catch the spy
we lie, roll and examine the holes
how i could never fly
the way you expressed and used the word “my”
i could die, is anyone in there alive?
a robot with the sex drive of an adolescent
i bask, but alone — i promise i’m not prone
it’s alright — my bones are intact
i know and i always knew
a sight to see, the luxury of the unknown
a few have asked, but i sip my flask
you know i’d take an ax to the hand
to the head and end up dead
before the day i’d ever lift your mask
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