sent me
away..
without so much
as a wave-
no smooches
blown
to
the wind,
no fisticuff
to my glass chin,
sounds like
a “win
win“.
shadow work
red marker mistakes
magnified–
to point
out
the
obvious
to
maker–
as
though
mess can be taken
back..
after it’s
over.
sucking on a
slice of
sun–
tryin’ not to sear
my tongue,
though the taste
is sweet,
i catch the
scent..
of burnt
meat.
shake me like
a soda
can,
then aim and
open-
refreshing
sting,
oh the surprise
in their
eyes..
and a spritz
of lemon.
leave home
with me,
for somewhere we
may breathe..
cleaner and
sober–
before it’s
over.
don’t turn
away..
before you’ve
had your
say,
not looking
to win
this-
just
craving
closeness.
we’ve got hands
all over
this–
do smother me
in kisses
but not
yet,
can’t get
into
it
without your
eyes on
mine.
damage done
and swept,
regrets outraged
and wept,
still wiping sweat
from lips-
incase another
ill word
slips.
still mopping up
my mess.
till floor’s no
longer
wet-
what i give
is what
i get.
come for
me,
don’t comfort
please,
while on both
knees
it’s best i
learn
to rely on
me–
for deep
relief,
to balm
this inner burn,
it means so
much
you wish to
please,
to quench my
thirst–
but
help me
turn to me first?
toes in the
puddle
wiggling a
little,
to watch waters
wave
goodbye to drab
days.
hands in the garden 
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