with the wind a whisk
in your cake batter quiff.
you are Christmas and pine
and swept under carpet, new year resolutions
you are the everyday walk and
the trudging responsibilities at home
you are 6 year old grudge and six month old telephone
you are myriad music from an imagined gramophone
you are high-waisted jeans that still don't fit
you are the ill gotten means and the end of an aged beginning
your are the dew drop on leaves and butter faced thief
you are my favourite lace lingerie and empty box of sweets.
you are red you are eternal
you are changing shape
you are a headache, a moron
you are the measly treat I can afford.
you are the jangle of my keys
and the dangle of my fingers out the window at 3 am
you are the fire escape and the bellowing flames of deceit
you are the pointless blog and mouth full of stars
you are parks and orange snowfall
you are marshmallows and a corner
you are hasty dust off of lips
you are a wild oozy high
your are a string of unlit bulbs and the warmth of blue polka dots
you are the shriek of ecstasy and climaxing runs
a name I've forgot!
you are a street where my college is
you are a road where i get my cigs
you are and was and forever will be!
you are a butterscotch tart, and a red velvet soufflé
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