stroke me with your lies
bathe me with milken honey
I feel the everything...
heavy drop drips at my navel
thickened layered covered lips
a trembled finger strums
bends and crooks
to a beat of the bass that rolls and pounds and sounds to the fuery of the crazed thoughts that plummet to the ends of the light that seem to pierce the other side of my brain.....disbelief in perfection itself as it lands upon me.
No comments:
Post a Comment