my lust is no longer
a trickle
and i feel you against
my palms
straining against/with me
i’m a goddamned train
that refuses to
arrive on time
the schedule is trash
fit to line
bird cages
if we were made of paper
then getting close to me
would cause us both
to burst into flames
ashes are good
Words and Feathers 
“If we were made of paper…”
That line’s going to stick with me
I’m glad to hear it 😀
You have quite a way with words, that seems to come to you easily
Sometimes I get them in the right order. Most of the time I’m pretty sure I’m wasting everyone’s time. But what else am I going to do? So I keep at it.
Thanks so much. I think your words are pretty special.
Thank you…I am about to record one because I can’t sleep
do you want another for your open mic?
Absolutely! You could fill up the calendar. I still need to pick something to read myself.
I’ve always believed that being unaware or not feeling so much, is easier on our hearts and mind. Pleasant is right about your way with words. I find this piece, in particular, to be dangerous and all too consuming. Potent and intoxicating. Utter madness. ❤️
Thank you, Rose. I agree that ignorance can be bliss. But sometimes you gotta flip on the light.
I’m really glad you got something out of this one. 😘
Wow
Thank you!