i want to love a man with a white collar job
and yakuza tattoos under it.
(though you know, i am not a fan of
white boys showing off
pictures of koi,
reminders of things theyve never seen;
or writing they cant read
like it adds to their persona defined.
it does nothing for my racist mind.)
together we'd live in Malaysia.
maybe Singapore
if it's not too fashionable at the point in time.
wed lie together and id
imagine his shirt getting wet
as he walked home through rain.
id wonder, did passers-by
see what little ive claimed for me.
you know,
we couldn't meet till he got inked up,
i couldn
everything
was amazing
i hope you understand
it will be again
it can be always
post
en
light
ened
only minds
should go kaboom
eyes open logic says
there is beauty everywhere