Feb 21, 2013 22:11
sympathies charcoal words
buttered and churned
slathered upon
each greased pane
sitting in dirt
you writhe like a worm
segmented like syllables
a lioness mane
forcing entry
into empathy
each soft note,
you dote and i to thee
but patiently
is like poison to me
and it meets my lips
so willingly