I'm getting drunk and it's not even 3 pm
I'm pouring a drink for all my old friends
I want your summer kiss like honeydew melon
The breeze on my skin, sunlight like gypsum crystals
I've been craving purity like some kind of twist of fate
I'm laundering the dirty linen of my heart
In a sad state of dreaming I eat anodynes like stars
Lost in echoes of dark etiquette
Open me like I'm Pandora's Box
With your candy-coated mouth
Bite me like I'm honey and make me bleed
Reveries of melancholy
Sucking on your Golden Age
I'm a zealot for your orifice
Feasting on your sloppy didactic ways
I take off my shoes and I rhapsodize about you
Chasing the flowers in the picture frame
Rubbernecking at paper trails, stonewashed, slipshod
Argot, landlocked, gainsaid fretwork, benighted and debauched
In your clandestine fantasy
Am I talking to a void?
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
superb!
Thank you!
I've made it a rule no alcohol before 10:00 AM. A poem of passion and emotion calling out for another that can meet your needs. A passionaholic looking for a fix. Well written.
Passionaholic, alcohol-curious
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