Reciprocity
Posted: July 16th, 2006, 2:08 pm
Reciprocity
you say po tate o I say po tat o
you say reciprocal I
throw you on the floor and ravish you
oh my good Lord
I made myself laugh with that one
reciprocity
the same
feel
the same
need
the same
touch
the same
love
do it with me
over and over again
even if it hurts
sometimes it has to hurt
playing hand ball
back and forth
across the miles
heart throbs
delicious smiles
reciprocity
a lovely word when engaged in
unequivocal
saying, noting, ever floating on equal notions
labouring together
climbing to the top of the hill to get a better view
side by side
two
I can't kiss you hold you fuck you know you
till you show me some
reciprocity
solely alone
ever alone
in the crowd
solely alone
reciprocate
equivocate
two words rolling around on the floor
twisting trysting
fucking each other's hearts out
reciprocal
equivocal
getting to the heart of the matter
voicing the need
under
standing
under
my mind is like a steel wheel
rolling over over over
hard headed
little girl
holding flower
is it really just a weed
I raise a glass
a sour milk toast
may it one day become
sweet
you say po tate o I say po tat o
you say reciprocal I
throw you on the floor and ravish you
oh my good Lord
I made myself laugh with that one
reciprocity
the same
feel
the same
need
the same
touch
the same
love
do it with me
over and over again
even if it hurts
sometimes it has to hurt
playing hand ball
back and forth
across the miles
heart throbs
delicious smiles
reciprocity
a lovely word when engaged in
unequivocal
saying, noting, ever floating on equal notions
labouring together
climbing to the top of the hill to get a better view
side by side
two
I can't kiss you hold you fuck you know you
till you show me some
reciprocity
solely alone
ever alone
in the crowd
solely alone
reciprocate
equivocate
two words rolling around on the floor
twisting trysting
fucking each other's hearts out
reciprocal
equivocal
getting to the heart of the matter
voicing the need
under
standing
under
my mind is like a steel wheel
rolling over over over
hard headed
little girl
holding flower
is it really just a weed
I raise a glass
a sour milk toast
may it one day become
sweet