These house keys are like
D. Hasselhoff’s knees:
I’ve never kissed them.
I want to kiss D. Hasselhoff’s knees
is a way, for some, of saying
I’m flying on wings of tenderness
with nuns hitting me
just to hear me fart over shortwave radio.
For me it’s something else.
A denial? Of my involvement? In J. Lo, pregnant with twins?
Perhaps it’s just a way of saying please
or thank you, or Gesundheit!
I am incredibly thankful for these keys;
Tuesday nights will never be the same.
This is brilliant. Particularly as The Hoff has The Most Kissable knees.
ReplyDeleteSo goes the legend, but can we ever be sure? Not that I want to be--I think I'd prefer to let this remain a mystery. I'm bustin' out the negative capability on this one.
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