Thursday, February 17

My Words

(this title sucks, i know, don't tell me)
(i'll fix it later)

My Words

My words are
the zipper
on my tight jeans,
my hair blown
back–my heels
on saturday night

They stay
lost in a bed blanket
some days–
and whet 
your bone dry dreams
when they want

My bottom lip words 
drip sooth-your-throat nectar
and they'll knock
your whiskey sour

My words are
the way I lie
sunburnt in the sand
and the way I

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