May 19, 2011 at 1:16am
michaelangelo on acid
i think about the places we’ll meet
and the chances of kissing your cheeks
acid washed hands dance in the street
our fingers drag and point out a familiar beat
you’re the electric feel from m,g,m,t
you melt my heart from my lips to my feet
i’ll carry you off into a midsummer teenage retreat
too shocked to hear your impulse is me.
