Thirst

Let us drink from the same cup. Let me wipe from your lips the clandestine intamacy tucked beneath the lines tattooed about your skin. Then, let our thirts be quenched by the humble beats within a sunken chest.

 

J. L.

Inebriated

As I tilt my head back, looping circles and popping sunrises fill the numbing spaces between my ears. Thus, dropped is the needle from my fingertips.

 

J. L. 

White wine for your fish...

When you walk to the beat of your own drum, make sure the rhythm is off. Screw the naysayers.

 

J. L.

Smiles

Laughter fills our domicile.

Echoing cackles that reverberate along quaking walls.

Inevitable simpers split between lips.

Something Sweet

His words drip like honey.

Sweet somethings that drip down my thighs

Creating manifestations implicitly,

thick like honey.

Cheese for your potatoes...

When you're done writing, write some more.

 

J. L. 

Parmesan for your noodles

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