History
By
Steppenwolf
First love stretches by the side of the pool
Lazy-baked in the sun
Hair wet with lust
A warm gust of wind
Whips up the fire
No release of desire
Until doors are locked after school.
Second love lives in rooms up the stairs
Eats books for breakfast
At night walks the city
The sidewalks are gritty
Steel turned into gravel
Its secrets unravel
As the River, anxious to speak
Will not dare.
Third love signs on the dotted line.
Digs up the garden
A roof to keep dry
Groceries to buy
Its belly grows and expands
Wider than two hands
And says what I made is mine.
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