[Candy]

The Distance Between Legs Scratched
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I travel in thought sure of things to come
strings of such sing this love sonnet of umm
through my brain to be made of blood to pump
stuck between each breath as a beat me up
my legs they rub, from thigh to boot then some
of all fears my eyes they tear as if fun
i drop screws for nails in cots of frail
i listen to the streets heart beat each pulse and sail
i whisper on the winds and float through the trees
a father of further to each worship
to purchase i scorch future in wordsmith
drunk off of time my mind is my thighs, moved
wondering these jumps how could i fly loose
as i hop in each wave waving to what is new
never second guessing my direction for proof
that one day something will hold those strings by ends
move me in place for what is between both my legs
so i relax and let faith take its own course
because a dish served is a dish served of sorts