I’ve always wanted to travel time
and have the birth of a runaway on
a thrift store jacket that Prince wore
when he first fell in love
The memory of conception
started when the broken guitar strings
amped the basses of blue beneath
the surface
I picked up the notes
and the shadowy depth
revealed where Darling Nikki
hid when the freaks come out
at night
The way she made me feel
I was certain I could give her something to
swim in
But no one told me she was capable
of swallowing the ocean
Drown me in all of your saltwater sorrows, she begged
I bartered my extortion of unkissed tips of ice
for her satiated but also now,receptive curiosity
Just as long as you listen intently, you can comfort me while chewing my buttery future
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