cherry pants

My mind is
fair to mild
this morning I
sense a storm
forming
thunder hides the conflict
in my head
lightening reveals
her cherry
red pants on my bed
quietly she stands
misunderstood
a rebel between causes
she pauses
but does not
stop
to think
why
I could not die
for the stars
on her back
Louise
your love is
like sugar free tv
She spends her days
in pyjamas
acting out tv
dramas
her mama’s yelling
up the stairs
to get a
life
she tells me
some days she wishes
she could
die
I push her
up against
the wall
and kiss her
like I mean it
Her cherry red
pants
have me entranced
but like the men in
Holytown I can’t
pin her down
she laughs
because she knows
she’s as elusive
as the wind
and her love
is like
sugar free tv

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