dear boyfriend:
the departure of you drags on similar to tulips
or rather, two lips pressed against a cigarette
you've got the...
best kind, best mind, best poured out lines, best verbally spewed lines, best rhymes & oh yes, your even the best sign
come on baby, cuddle up in bed, come light my fire & tie me up in velvet, suede...maybe even leather.
Brautigan had it all wrong baby:
your departure is not like the Hindenburg disaster
all that, it's grandiose bullshit.
Your departure is as a simple as a last cigarette.
love girlfriend
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