Lust- a piece of pyrite for fools to love

While we all hide urges to grasp for zippers

A grandfather clock strikes 12

October is up, the costumes must come off

With a love that hides in soft laundry

A pink petal amongst withered magnolia

‘Round and ‘round the record player spins

Playing a romance language not heard in Spanish class

A relationship as vital as milk to an infant

And a permanent California tan that never fades away


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