#2 or If I Had Known Better

By Matt Porter

If only I hadn’t been so keen
on destroying your classic style
of high morality and short skirts.

Your dimples, bright above me,
with our frantic bodies
attempting to be cosmic
on a narrow couch.

A dream once brought me
the image of a clover
laying gently on your breast,
but as I reach out,
you fade into the morning.

Our bodies are lying half nude,
and our spirits are trying transcendence.
But being programmed like you are,
we simply just explode.

 

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