A taste in my teeth, acidic rubber dissolved
In the yellowed alcohol of the Listerine
Burning the recesses of neglected gums,
Or clouding you and I's stressful relation.
The stars are images upon the sky;
I paint an archer here, a grapheme there
And calculate the whirling spectacle
Until it seems a useless, dull nonsense.
Enough I haven't been or haven't done
That haunts me in a moment, then the next
I make of it a gaudy celebration.
O love me here and now! I won't forget
The smell and dirt, the underside of this
So brief yet so intoxicating love.
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