I do not want these possibilities
idols of neglect and love
to want to suddenly kiss this
face that isn’t yours
regret
Tempting this choice
presented me these apples golden sweet
so dangerous only ruin lies within crisp skin
softly softly this offer
sweetness certain soured
I do not want
idols of regret and love
needs unmet, unheeded unseen
Tag: poetry
ink
these lips
this tongue
these teeth
feel as useless
outdated
as sand
to dry ink on
paper
My Love kisses with punctuation
My Love kisses
with puncuation
Slowly, bracketed, feminine with pearls
Goodbye, sweet phrase
ended with a quick peck period
His tongue touches mine
with electric shock therapy
a pleasure knot
dot
of the exclamation mark