loney late
By Annete O'Neil

when I first saw you
i fell under you like a spell
your lips,
flypaper to my gaze
i watched your eyes
like a compass;
shot you into my veins
praying for addiction
now i see you
and i want you still
i want you wrapped in me
and warm like
dryer-fresh sheets on a cold
grey day
to sing a moan to me
as the sun trickles in
my bedroom window...
but you shut your eyes
and you fold your arms
and you close your door


Thanks for the contribution, Annete!


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