Thursday, February 10, 2011

Got the Best

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

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