Fella. Love, Stella

I found you before you found me
But never ever, ever never
Did our soft souls meet
 
‘Twas desire, our glands, 
Our oven mitt hands, 
fumbling, bumbling, stumbling:
there, there, and
there 
 
Fella
  
those nights
those nights
those nights
 
Fella
 
And then the shenanigans began 
That strange vacation
When I walked in and out but back again
Caught your commonplace sin 
The couch and cushion
Kissin’, pushin’, kissin’
 
I called you a dollar
You called me a whore
Are our lives so much better than they were 
Than they were 
Those days before?
 
Fella
 
When the wallets you wore
Were hooked by a chain
And you never even bothered
To ask my real name
 
You let your beard grow 
Like all your friends did
We called you unique
Like the tattoos your long sleeves hid
 
Fella, you ain’t got no call
Fella, there ain’t no grace in your fall
Fella
 
Maybe it’s time we break and call this quits
I’ll spend half my lifetime recovering from the feel of your zits
On my tits
Itty bitty bits
Betrayals and tricks
Ah crap, give me a kiss, 
On my sour, sour lips
My sour, sour lips
 
Fella
 
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