a dance in the park
the spark, so poise
the noise
somewhere in illinois
all i wanted
the desire for your hips
the taste of your lips
the kitchen and rock
as we danced
how you spoke about your mom
the others, by their hair
you, the way you stood there
with aggression, this isn’t fair
but i don’t care
all those times
we screamed and hollered
how i fixed your collar
kissed your lips, told you
play your bag of tricks
now i sit, reminisce
occasionally miss the abyss
the hours we’d spend
skin on skin
talking about how you hated the glitz
how you wanted to quit
and no longer exist
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