Sep 2016
Lorenzo
The name spills from my lips,
Like wine-
And stains my hands.
LoRENzo
A brand on my chest.
A tattoo on my neck-
Where his tongue traced constellations.
Lo-ren-zo
The name lingers in my blood
Like a narcotic
And in the air
Like ***.
I'm hooked.
Addicted.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo.
The name spills from my lips,
Like wine-
And stains my hands.
LoRENzo
A brand on my chest.
A tattoo on my neck-
Where his tongue traced constellations.
Lo-ren-zo
The name lingers in my blood
Like a narcotic
And in the air
Like ***.
I'm hooked.
Addicted.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo.
First, and hopefully not the last.
Written by
Fay Castro
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