Friends Forever -Jon Leon
May 9, 2013, 7:29 am
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On cold and snowy nights I write the most pristine poems for you. I pretend you’re in my bed with me and I am touching your thighs, thick and white. And I am pressing my cock between your wet tits. Then I start to heave and have to listen to songs on repeat and think about you like you’re an abstraction. I have to escape the pain. I am not cynical enough to stop believing. I know you don’t live in Tahiti. I know you are alive and breathing. I know you aren’t inside of a film selling newspapers on the street. You are real, clap your hands. You are real enough to imagine you exist next to me. I try to sleep again. I see your face. I try to not sleep, I see your face. I try to drive my sports car, I see your face. I know you aren’t only inside of me inside of you. I know you aren’t where I left you. I know you aren’t in a gravel parking lot outside of a music hall. I know you aren’t drunk and texting me. I know you aren’t drunk and cheating on me. I need you to appear. I need you to lie down. I need you to lie down in this world in this time. I need you to know the source of all value. It is here. It is in my waterbed.

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