Source:
Adults
Author:
Bob Lakin
Title:
Buses start in Volgograd
Already bargaIn Rolex sell On stalls in Indonesia. Soon enough the buses start In Volgograd. And as this final time I touch your belly's curving joy And wish it were the turning world, Big rigs pull through Istanbul. The silk of you I'll leave within your second drawer, Your warmth I'll leave To simmer on the grill, Your cold goodbye I'll wedge beside your oven chips And go without a trace Into the depot buzz of dawn As I go. As I go.
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