girl friend i tried to tell you again
when the phone rings and time stings and
brings those old emotion backed lens
everything is clearer, fiercer, and fine
our life divine in lotus
and mudras the spine exhales like a cobra
bent over and skull ragdoll exhale
unto the wood floor
girl friend theres more
than this daily exsistance resistance
to truth in hourglass speed
we do in good deed the love that we need
pasting parts of ideals over the real
marking faces with dreams of gracefull esteem
roll over it, make it to place that is deemed
fantastical, spastical lucid and concrete
the growth of woman will not be discrete
our hair grows like branches our arms
know the motion
wave like the ocean theses hips have the notion
inside is the potion
girl friend girl friend
our ties never bend
come dance with me
at last lets be
entirely to the end.
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