Poetry For Everyday People
Magic Mark's The Spot
I wanna come out
on top, sizzle
like butter, slide
down, rise up,
I like your mouth
the way it looks
when you talk, the
way your hands move
when you write, your
eyes when you watch TV,
I'd melt the sun for
you but I don't wanna
burn your feet, so I'll
slip you moon words, navigate
in terms of feel,
meet you at the end of the
dirt road by the lake, if
not? I'll meet you Christmas
in New York.
on top, sizzle
like butter, slide
down, rise up,
I like your mouth
the way it looks
when you talk, the
way your hands move
when you write, your
eyes when you watch TV,
I'd melt the sun for
you but I don't wanna
burn your feet, so I'll
slip you moon words, navigate
in terms of feel,
meet you at the end of the
dirt road by the lake, if
not? I'll meet you Christmas
in New York.
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Magic Mark`s The Spot
Magic Mark`s The Spot
