Please and thank you,
the first of the five nights
here on broken knees
to palms.
I can’t quite figure out,
the only thing
I truly crave.
There is this girl,
my one and only
I honestly don’t understand,
how love,
is a placeholder
for my tortured heart.
I need certain acts
each day and night
even when I’m lost
with no real direction
I can call on her
so I can hear
that sultry voice
using the forbidden words.
I can hear her now,
reaching high
on tiptoes,
only she knows
how to use
the tip of her tongue.
She speaks this forgotten language
where I crave every word
I pay close attention
to each little syllable
and how she draws out her voice
slowly across my smile.
It’s when she’s
done and finished
I give her a look
that truly says,
“Please and Thank You.”
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