You’re hair clips and rubber bands
Old shirts and ripped jeans
A pot of gold and magic beans
Red lips and pale skin
Red wine with a white rim
Soft hands and sweaty sex
Love me like friday checks
Touch me like an old wound
Goodbyes come too soon
Hot sand and cold water
A hundred candles in a flower altar
Black dresses and white suits
Grilled cheese and tomato soup
You’re not bloody scabs and cigarette burns
You’re drunkin cabs and wiggles worms
You’re power outages and camp fires
Dirty clothes and tangled wires
Late nights on empty roads
Play fights with no clothes
Whispers that make me blush
Screams when you’ve had enough
Kiss me like watered down leaves
Pouring out like tea pots, love bleeds
Bite marks and back scratches
Burnt skin and freckle patches
You’re not bloody knuckles and broken teeth
You’re Greek Gods and Hindu priests
Surf boards and coral reefs
You’re not black eyes and bloody noses
You’re crossed thighs and dried roses
You’re snake venom in desert air
Chipped nails and tangled hair
Paper cranes and smeared paint
A thousand lives, a young saint
You’re not brused thighs and bloody spit
You’re bloodshot eyes and smoke tricks
You’re puffy clouds and shooting stars
You’re handcuffs, put ‘em ups, and prison bars
You’re no traffic, a full tank, and open roads
Pillow fights, starry nights, and no clothes
You’re not scabbed knees and bloody handsYou’re hair clips and rubber bands
You’re not bloody scabs and cigarette burns
You’re drunkin cabs and wiggles worms
You’re not black eyes and bloody noses
You’re crossed thighs and dried roses
You’re not bloody knuckles and broken teeth
You’re Greek Gods and Hindu priests
You’re not brused thighs and bloody spit
You’re bloodshot eyes and smoke tricks
