the future never arriving
i reflect on the flashes
apart
see the muscles moving?
you make hype like thunder
making me a thoughtless blunder
not for you
dreams surround the idea of "you"
you
you
am i involved in this?
slip the sweater from your wrist
show me that italian love
tonight we will dine in the thought of ourselves
perfume at the nape of my neck
smile on my lips
reveling in the thought of you
and me
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