The girls taste like
so many things
they taste like rare birds,
birds without wings
devils and angels and rust
Some remember words
you're pretty sure
you've never said
They all penetrate
and bore into your head
peek around corners
stalk you in your sleep
In your mind
you are a simple man
content with little--
sunsets and sweet rain
They caress your exterior
and breathe in a musky mix
of raw and refined
It seems like they exist
to cross off your thoughts
and replace them with their own
It seems so innocent
but it is a war
that you are losing
They have breached your perimeter
snaked past the sleeping snipers in the trees
and are busy
draining your mind
and wasting your time.
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