Why I Go Alone

Angie, don't be so suspicious.
I'll be back by one or two,
And when I am, as I do now,
I'll want your tattooed arms
Around me, want your studded
Tongue on mine, and I'll
Caress your hedgehog hair.
You are the only one I love,
And I am leaving by myself
To meet my mother not
Because I'm worried what
She'll think of you. I hope
To keep you two apart
Because I know you'd
Loathe her, as I do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-23 at 19:07

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