boys and girls have been running away together for a long time.
melancholy innocence
they don't know each other, but there's a spark, and they run. and they run and run and the sadness permeates everything. khaki shorts, skirts, t-shirts.
handsome men and gorgeous dolls, falling. spin back around. the sand storm cometh.
separation anxiety
and the whole time it's not fun. no fun. moments of extreme discomfort and moments of most blissful sexual misconduct.
spectral waves
misbehaves. logic like a sage. penetrate the unforgiven lips, part the flower, open the hearts. of. desire.
spiritual bankruptcy
often attended to by lounges and bar tenders. she lays on the bed, naked, half covered by an expensive hotel linen sheet. so expensive. so holy. so barren. so tender. so tender
sensitivity proclivities
hop on the bus. time to go home alone through the pouring rain. take I95 from D.C. to N.YC. windshield wipers, back and forth, squish squish.
from a place of deep sadness,
Anthony
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