Obvious One

Yes just one
catching some alone time
listening to noises
pretending they\’re words
maybe claiming to understand
those from the birds
or something absurd.
dedicating some time to me
just she
that winds on and on and on
about this feeling 
or that inkling of jars 
full of what we need, 
but somehow out of reach
who may I beseech but some noble and flawed god,
under squeaky cries and through quivering lips
[I\’ve had enough]
damming gushing of feminine fluff
(who knew I had it this rough?)
that thing that makes the end of words turn up  
calling out for that fix it man
not outside but from deep within
this girl so needy
on her own
to the bone
to this piece needing
giving beyond spent

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