Everything is instead of making love to you.
You watch the tabby cat try to nab a coy fish from the pond.
I am a mosquito buzzing by,
why does it hurt when we don't touch.
The desert plains are zen gardens,
summer sneaks up and removes my clothes.
I put them on and say sorry in sign language.
Over diner coffee and burnt toast,
I tell you about ten other men
who want to love me and two I could kiss
in the smoking room of a jazz club,
you wonder if I'd love anyone.
Please refer to line one.
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Everything I do Is Instead Of Making Love To You
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The endless game. You capture the maddening ambivalence well. *
The desert plains are zen gardens,
summer sneaks up and removes my clothes.
I put them on and say sorry in sign language.
Great piece of writing. ***
I'd fave it for the title alone.
I'm with Alex. Love the title.
Entropy.
Bakersfield? Oh, my. *
Favorite line: "summer sneaks up and removes my clothes." I'm trying very, hard to visualize that.
Thank you, all.