Moles

Unless we're kids at the core
my dear why give a damn
that I've known you before.

I've had them all mid-snore.
In my dreams I've had them.
I've had you many times before.

But thank the cosmic pimp, from the local whore,
and find the vast madame,
tell her I knew you from before.

And fuck folklore,
girl to boy, Eve to Adam--
I know you from Adam,

we were children before.

we baked topless by the shore,
now we reach beneath black denim.

I have known you before.

We're not kids anymore.