I watched the marble
as it slowly rolled along
all the lines of your heart
the whiskey kissed words
that dribbled from your lips
might have been my
preferred poison
but you set me adrift
in a sea
inside your glass
and I had no idea
how to tread
there was such sweet release
in giving into those words
in breathing in that liquid
in sinking to the bottom
of your chasm
the dark pit of you
I would gladly
douse with kerosene
and strike a match
No comments:
Post a Comment