Nov 2013
I roll the possibilities over my tongue
before I even allow them to breathe.
I carry my lids heavy, as if lost in thought
and pronounce:
"Salt, lust, and barrelled in frustration."
before I even allow them to breathe.
I carry my lids heavy, as if lost in thought
and pronounce:
"Salt, lust, and barrelled in frustration."
To play the devil's advocate, at least knowing nothing about wine makes for an inexpensive anesthetic.
