It wasn’t a loving kiss but rather a
kiss of love.
April 2017
A subtle reminder of threads, names and origins
Apparently
When Debbie did Dallas
There was a cowboy longing for
Bees
Things you should never feed me
Tequila and redheads
Tequila or redheads
Tequila
Redheads
And
Or
#Never Ever
I suck ; always
I suck on my fingers
Salty – from peanuts; salted n toasted
You stare; ?; !; โก;
I have my doubts, you play me
always
Frown.
Can I ask how I am doing ?
j’sais pas
Bewildered by the mysteries of tmblr
Her short skirt
Red lips
Hips
(I sometimes dream of rosehip drink)
Cloudless skies
(a life under a sun never setting)
A Jail, Yale ; the eyebrows and her
gray tank top
My second violin playing her
First fiddle and our symphony
a frown
b.l.i.n.d
In the eye of Shai’tan
My minor misdemeanor is
As devoid of the embrace as
Counting the raindrops
Not falling – on my cheeks
In the eye of Shai’tan
Your minor mindemeanor is
As obvious as
1
2
3
I’m not counting
There is no need
RUN
I did a runner
Left them all behind
I did a runner
No apology to be found
I did a runner
Icicles waving
Unshaven faces
Trembling legs of
Precipitation
Frowning
Light Stalking
Light stalking; balaclava covering his
face – the filthy whore no longer
begging for
more… Solitude, silence,
screaming whore
Doctor’s order; slowly, slow, low
Left at the altar
She never forgave
The fcuking whore
stalked
no more