Revelations

You grew up in a penthouse

where your friends were maids.

I have never seen a cop car

I have never gotten laid.

Your eyes are brown, like chocolate,

and they fill me with desire,

when your neighbors barn was burning down

I put out the fire.

Once I watched the sun spin

through a thirty-hour day,

sometimes you see colors

but to me the world's grey.

I will never visit Israel

and never see the Wall

when you ask for me to kiss you

I want you to be tall.

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