Are love-words guilt for what is filthy,
or yet another pretense
of our dainty purity?
uUnder a new light they will change too,
light needs no cover of words,
money will do,
to buy friends not kept and moments not lived,
and now to buy
the innocence of doubt, idealism of love, a first touch,
a face lost, the innocence of not knowing me,
loose shirts and pony tails
and hanging jewels,
not breasts nor butt.
No form, but
wonder, pride,
wait and
the grandness of me,
close, if ever,
to you,
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