Erogenous & Emotional Verses

41 - Languages

We sat on the grass

out on an expanse 

of a place, little I knew,

I'd seldom come back to.

That's where you meet 

all the best ones-

By a park, some place far

away from your hometown,

'cause the city of birth 

is always full of kids 

who don't wanna find a new self-image. 

Isn't that always how it is? 

That's the collective experience 

of wanting to move far away from this shit,

but I'll probably get called out on it 

for makin' some kind of callous generalization. 

She crosses her arms often

and tells me that she just wants

me to sit by the docks with her. 

That name, off my lips,

sounds beautiful in a million 

little languages.