Feb 2014
he rolls in
mint leaves
and cigarette
smoke,
standing up
to waltz out
the back
door
and out to
the moonlit
streets of
our urban
nightmare
before i have
a chance to
whisper, i miss
you -
don't leave.
**(c) 2014 jude rigor
mint leaves
and cigarette
smoke,
standing up
to waltz out
the back
door
and out to
the moonlit
streets of
our urban
nightmare
before i have
a chance to
whisper, i miss
you -
don't leave.
**(c) 2014 jude rigor
