Night-sweats Unbuttoned

Night-sweats Unbuttoned

 

Trailer park rusts in the marrow of dreams,

moonbeams rubbed, like balm, on a nightmare.

 

Spare tire donated to the church roof fund,

while, at home, the old catch-pan brims over.

 

Sing something pretty and take off your shirt,

make me hurt for the glory of wanting.

 

Confront my sweet demons in a border town riot,

between tongue-flesh and whispers of safety.

 

Make your first cut while the body’s still warm,

find the storm in my belly and quench your desires.

 

We’re all thieves liars when addiction takes reign

and laughter becomes recollection.  

Reviews

[OT]

haha a slightly different voice in this one! a desirous write!!! nice!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Hmmmm.... Something wickedly delicious about this write.
You're quite the romantic ;)