lovingly – dec. 22nd 2014

sitting smoking cigarettes 
this dusty Sunday mourning is a mess

lick you clean of loveless lies

accept my compliments

with great surprise

it smells like alcohol inside

im kissing dewy spillage

from your cheeks

i am ‘so young’ but i dont feel it

take your twenty years

and dumb you down

pre-loved, ‘vintage’ sofa bed

you touch my hair

compelled by loneliness

and on the street im seventeen

and this honest goddess

sweeps me off my feet

hours pass and looking back

i see my misdiscription

of the zodiac

and here i rhyme pathetically

and hold your words to my chest



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