Still stuck in explorer, no titles sorry. So I am typing up a poem now. It's officially my second poem to ever hit the internet and my first to hit a semi permanent site...

Good Sex

The scratches on my back
from grass in a city park
give voice to thoughts I lack
glow red in early dark.
My hands are pale, they're boney
You can almost see them through
Please don't think I'm phony
But who was using who?
Who's easier to do?

Your marks on me will fade
with summer or today
the timing was well played
but these bits of you won't stay.
Your marks on me I crave
want to see them in the rays
I'm feeling strong and brave
So come find me in our haze.

Outside of my apartment
side lawn leaves a sign
this isn't my department
but one impressions mine.
The shapes are fucking strange
long years with no connection
on the wind a sudden change
pulls me in new directions

Your Marks on me will leave
my hips won't hurt to walk
but I'll miss and I will grieve
the times we got to talk
My skin grows back so fast
like your fingers weren't here
Some things may be past
but i will always feel you near.