i like when my nails are prostitute red.
(to me, the color is elegant)
and how the french say "hip-hop."
(a very staccato "eep-op")
and the way watermelon tastes with salt.
(even though i haven't had it in a year)
and heavy velvet drapes.
(or lace)
and the way my kitty drags out her "meows."
(and then pushes me with a face of longing and love)
and the way björk moves when she sings.
(how her words are so much more than merely a song. and she shows you, like a little secret between just you and her)
and i know, and i know, and i know, and i know how the dark ocean breathes for me and you.
(the urchins feel it too)