I've heard it said
"It got the best of him"
Like he inhaled it,
an involuntary invitation,
some curse called down
Entering through the nostrils
to entrench itself
A fine film of vaporous oil
coating the bronchial trees
Or "it got the best of her"
Gathered her idiosyncrasies,
the gestures only you notice,
and placed them in a basket
to rot and go to waste
To ferment and oppose there,
still smelling so sweet
Well, I hear it said,
as if it's a bad thing
Still, the only thing I want
to get the best of me,
baby,
is you
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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