2002-02-17 - 11:39 p.m.


my lips are pressing down
and down
when did you get so shy?
i hear your voice
those few seconds of quiet
at the beginning of a lie
the red smudge
covers covers
the bruised legs
stifle
my scream
my wail
i rail
against this tag

when did i get so lonely
that your kiss
felt good to me?
i am pressing up
and up against
the oppression
of your misapprehension
i hear that it feels good
that it�s so tight
and satisfying
when you feel
a girl
is lying
underneath
you

baah