Boy In A Flask - Poem by Derek Kuborn
I met a boy in a flask who taught me how to act
When your lover deserts you and expressions are masks.
He taught me to live in attics with some rats.
And I'd ponder on gypsies whom I'd pay to be back.
And I live with the smell of some cheap wine
And I hope that tomorrow, love will I find?
Stowed away in some shoes that I slip my feet in.
And I'll walk to the sea with you as my gift.
And we'd dance on the beach until morning.
And we'd stop to wave at the sun and the breeze.
My despair is breathing through the cracks in my skin.
And I hope for our sake that I'm not dreaming.
For my heart is beating as fast as it can
As you reassure me that your hand is your hand.
And my mouth is your mouth and my heart is your heart.
And the tunnels we walk in become very dark.
And now I'm soaking my feet in puddles of you.
And the damper they get the more I love you.
But my spine is your spine and your love is his love.
And as my back breaks I attempt to be loved.
And as your lips are my lips you tell me its enough.
But it's never enough until your love is my love.
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