Sucking in my gut
My fists won't open up
But if you hold them
something will erupt
flaming in the dusk
like La Conchita
How the CD skips
With every bump we hit
Impromptu remixes
that crack and hiss
A soundtrack for each kiss
And I could love this
And if you think there's something wrong with you
Then it is in me too
The truth is, bodies aren't black and white
but ours are just fine black and blue
Burns around your throat
From sun and not from rope
At least I hope it's
so, and so we joke
It's better than to choke
and we're almost home
and home isn't always the safest space
but it's my favorite place
and you are my favorite shape, so straight and so gay
with curves and rays and legs for days

INVIA LE CORREZIONI