Bad Man
I was your bad man
come hell or high water
your age was my cul-de-sac
the sun stopped in the sky like sand
shards of our love so sharp
you said you hurt so good
the wonder of your eyes
and sweet little blonde mouth
took me apart
the whiff of your puzzling blood
I was your bad man
until you started to lick
the beasts from our love.
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