When I slap your ass
it’s because I’m coming
to follow your rhythm
forever and have made
allowances for the bawdy
and natural embarrassments
that accompany the voyage
and that you can still blush
means you’re not an animal
not because you’re too good
but because your cover’s
been blown I know what
you look like like a bad
movie with Giovanni
Ribisi in it can’t be all bad
I think I’ll paint the whole house
the same color floor to cielo
a new light shade of grin.
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