wicked
tounge
flicker
by
starlite
groping angel
pacify my qualms
with ure
vanilla scented
hands
stroke the worries
out of my
hair
bathe me
in
sweetest intentions
lofty perceptions
stories of deception
by that girl
w/ the silken
hair
i
ooze
like
hot
wax
into
ure lap
down
onto the leather seats
ure
hisses
a hot knife
thru butter
i
spread
gently
drizzled
w/ ure
exquisite sighs
i
compromise
all ties
w/ reality
for a nite
spinning
in ure
orbit
i ride the back
of a meteor
& remain
unshaken
until u
retrieve me
still
i feel
i can not quench
the thirst
of ure kisses
yet
i am
poured
drawn
an emptied vessel
happily
streaming
into
u
quell
ure temper
love
if dawn comes too soon
& our broken melodies
turn
into daily overtures
the scorching sun
will ease it’s glare
& then
delicious obscurity will hold us
titely
w/ the stars
for a blanket
& my bosom
for
rest