I've got half a mind to die:
a glass bottle holds liquor too cold to drink,
i have had nothing to say since i met you,
words dried and shriveled,
a dead worm on concrete,
it's as hot as august inside,
instead, i own a simmering heart,
my tongue has a mind of its own,
a growling beast in a warm belly,
it is.
perhaps we do not spend enough time
looking at the flat edge of the pages
the reverse binding, he says
the simple side of things
i am 470 pages of lust,
and erratic behavior.
i have had nothing to say since i met you,
words dried and shriveled,
a dead worm on concrete,
it's as hot as august inside,
instead, i own a simmering heart,
my tongue has a mind of its own,
a growling beast in a warm belly,
it is.
perhaps we do not spend enough time
looking at the flat edge of the pages
the reverse binding, he says
the simple side of things
i am 470 pages of lust,
and erratic behavior.