No care at all
Take it.
****** before
Who doesn't?
Gritting teeth
Splitting headache
Reoccurring
Mother, lover, whatever...

Remember the thirst of your tongue
the need to dispose of what was not wanted
now feel your mouth
deserted as mine when you were my last drop of water.

Sip a glass of white Zinfandel
******* sand paper strung-out love.

In the cusp of your hand you hold her mind of gold
slightly dinged and tarnished
often overlooked for brass
nonetheless, she shines.
Stimulate frequencies that had been put to rest
excavate and bring forth buried thought
whilst you playfully unravel compromised secrecy
a love intellectually seeking you
her heart is already in your pocket.

A serenity settles in a scene of your secret garden
life is nourished
night-blooming Jasmines secrete a smooth
lighthearted scent of violet
every surface has a tint of golden hue
as it reflects the moon
under coverage of twisted trees  
whos branches once hung bitter
now breathe sighs of relief as they nestle leaves
the air is crisp and defined
our backs moist
we lay on a blanket of early morning dew

I like to write when I smoke and drink
Words flow without need to think
I can rant, and not give a single ****
Of how I'm perceived
Or if I'm believed
For my feet are upon another ground

Two lines entertwined
Surely time should have been taken
All that was divine has fallen
To the light in your iris'
A lie unspun

I would like to think of forever,
but I know that dreams are sold
bonds untie and lies unfold
because when a spirit breaks it ignites the soul.