I never got to kiss the tears from the eyes of the girl with the
summer smile. The pores of her skin beat me to it. But then again, she was two
lungfuls of air far removed from the rosy picture I had painted in my mind. But
I got to do other things. Not telling though, this is not kiss and tell. I got
to bulldoze my way through a thousand defences; I got to kill giganormous
spiders that drooled down our bed the entire night; I gassed an army of
butt-kiss-and-follow ants with poisonous fumes and afterwards washed my hands
and slept like a baby.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Girl With The Summer Smile
I never got to kiss the tears from the eyes of the girl with the
summer smile. The pores of her skin beat me to it. But then again, she was two
lungfuls of air far removed from the rosy picture I had painted in my mind. But
I got to do other things. Not telling though, this is not kiss and tell. I got
to bulldoze my way through a thousand defences; I got to kill giganormous
spiders that drooled down our bed the entire night; I gassed an army of
butt-kiss-and-follow ants with poisonous fumes and afterwards washed my hands
and slept like a baby.
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