Tuesday, November 17, 2020

skeleton woman


all over the place
picking up the phone like

cooking real dinner
finding freedom
(within)

if life is the wine
between the jug 
and the glass

and if I'm not wrong
becoming the lover
of your own nightmare?

to be touched well
the pain after 
without it

my miniature 
hectic nature
(a diorama)

cuz in the Big way
I want you to feel so good
so full of love and
if I can be involved 



the way she
smells like soap 
on the 3rd hug