Nashville '98
Nashville
‘98
His voice
followed me
Across
the front yard
Pleasing
when he tries to impress me
Speaking
Italian.
Even
more
When I
see the smile
Following
me
Bare
chest framed by the window
A
place to rest my head
Perhaps.
To
reciprocate
Impossible
The
greetings chase the country blues away.
I
wonder how strong
He is.
Strong
enough to break down
Barriers?
I want
to break him
Out of
his fragile prison.
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