The way flautists hold their lips
Is kind of unattractive
If you know what I’m talking about,
You know what I’m talking about.
Where are the faeries who carry their spry sounds
Through every utterance?
Where are the lovers who never fart?
Or somehow do it so it’s delivered with charm and grace?
It’s nice to believe in faerie tales
But it’s a bit crippling
The world of fantasy is perfection untouchable
A swell place to reside the spirit, and never be touched….
Play the flute for me.
Let your lips curl like a seasick schoolmarm
I will find the beauty in those red rumples
And kiss them as if they were the wind on a summer’s day
Aug 5, 2020
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