Bag over my shoulder, I turn around once more at the threshold of the crevice: this cave was my last abode. Giving it up is hard, but I don't have time to feel sad: the tide of mist crawls at my ... [+]
He is warm weather in February,
The sun enveloping me in a hug,
Ten thousand heavy, buzzing June bugs
Pressing their ugly green bodies to me
But I do not ever want to be free
Lovestruck, defenseless, frustrated I tug
On him, my hallucinogenic drug
He pushes me into a June bug sea
But come March, come April, and come what may
My feelings will remain everlasting
A welling up of liquid projectile
Love, stewing and bubbling until it sprays
Out of my mouth, scalp, fingernails, blasting
Until my body explodes and we smile
The sun enveloping me in a hug,
Ten thousand heavy, buzzing June bugs
Pressing their ugly green bodies to me
But I do not ever want to be free
Lovestruck, defenseless, frustrated I tug
On him, my hallucinogenic drug
He pushes me into a June bug sea
But come March, come April, and come what may
My feelings will remain everlasting
A welling up of liquid projectile
Love, stewing and bubbling until it sprays
Out of my mouth, scalp, fingernails, blasting
Until my body explodes and we smile