Wednesday, May 24, 2006

stomach butterflies

to a. (while september does not come)

at the same time odd and warm
quite hard to explain
i get a glimpse of heaven
when you say:
"i want to fuck you brain"

now always eager to get home
the end of shallow day
i start
to smile at six o'clock
how fresh will be the things you'll say

i'm ready to throw knives out
and say farewell to whats and whys
let me thank you, napchild,
for bringing, back to me, these sweet stomach butterflies


A. said...

fuck me and marry me young :D

macaso said...

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December

But the days grow short when you reach September

When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you