fallen, i have crawled in
the rounded purple bay
stallin', crestfallen
your fingers so far away.
from my hair,
my cheeks,
the tears that tickle my lips.
defeated, twenty feet in
the cave that holds my drum.
beaten, wholly unsweetened
honesty dolled up
rolled up
covered in a velvet scroll
sinful, cinnamon smell
of the smoke
that fills both of our lungs.