atop

   catch a bus, and sleep on it.  all that matters: Full stomach.  Work, and
exit doors left open, and people that don't look.  People that "know better", and
security guards who like you.  Public bathrooms with power outlets, and microwaves at 711,
and bugs who become your friends.  Spiders bless with the flies they catch, keeping your open
canned food clean.

   my hand slides down, unbuttons her pants..

   hide so many things in your pocket, and after being through all the crying and tears, regrets
and shortcomings -standards too high... All the hurt goes both ways, so don't blame
yourself for it.  All the days weren't wasted, your choices have value.  Part of the poster,
the screen, youre on the front cover.  Dream.  Lay back and let your thoughts guide you,
build where you want to be.

   i kiss her forehead as i slide myself in..

   and when you curl up, to go to sleep, take the socks off, but cover your feet.. remember
the few that know you, who care where you eat..

   pull my head back and look into her eyes, we stroke each other's shoulder blades, we kiss
and grab hands...