“youME”

brand my knuckles on a cross of love
taste my blood in the lounge
piano plays that song you heard before
you don’t remember when

distance felt close when eyes met and champagne toast
happy new year they called him faggot
stop the presses we don’t read anymore
glittered dress snagged her hose
it was a day we lost
skip the waiter fashion up close

this year is your year
why wouldn’t it be
you are tall and proportioned
dance a step that leaves us hurting
step and be that object of obscurity
we searched the mountains for your golden treasure

feast on oil
live on paper
climb in the tub
stay warm

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