i'm really high
clutching a ****
between my legs
and the threats
come in all individual invitations
can i feel you how are you erica
do you feel me,
do you bite
are you hungry
the hands of time slow
and i feel like touching them
until they grow petals and bloom
but im not that fast not quick
enough for thirsting
for the colors that a god has given me
and allowed me to see them differently
i cough and lean my head back on the wall