On a Joplin trip
Winding a string around my finger
Oh yeah; sweetest hues and blue of
Addiction, of love of words, pastel baby
What’s the point, little girl-pink tastes
Like anger to me — I need nothing
But satin feelings — I understand nothing — the
Presence of my body — floating
Away, sweet death or dream of
Candy-boy-illicit-shame; Overjoyed
You still want me
Hate me / love me / have you tied me up yet?
This game. Of escaping.
String around your finger / throat
Bring me the thrusting and the forced love
Something I needed or wanted
Who can say but you in this moment—
Starry sky of a mind-a-melting
Swaying, running in fingertip
Smudges, stroking the hibiscus
Pearl — fleeing the thing…
you made me
I am a puddle
or I am art
Photo by kevin laminto on Unsplash
