| In overcrowded spaces Sweaty hands part away The city holds too many faces For the hearts to sway. Doors - genitals - swelling In humid asphalt heat Selfishness bubble withholds The kick of that summer beat. Too ripe for this game Many bogus gossips ago Made a pact with my tide To pop any bubbles Made on the go. Escapism just as good as any Therapy of get-up-and-go Self-prescription is healthy If suspense is your foe. Spilling - bubbly - swinging In the hammocks of the rich Mars marvels at the stars Tingling with reassurance Venus eyes the pond She won't pop the bubble Of this strong of a bond. |  © Jeta B Photography  © Jeta B Photography |
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