the styles come in threes
the kisses on my neck gone like the bitter breeze
the words you say don’t imply a thing
you are the bee with the venom sting
I am just a girl with a pocket of words
embrace your love in herds
Did you see my dreams last night?
Did you kiss me good morning in mid-air flight?
Caught a train to the viewing
sewed my heart with some syllables you were chewing
Rode your horse while you were away
burnt my poems in a binged out artistic way
Bottles of booze on the floor
of course on my knees like last night’s whore
I am never bored with the sky
with his eyes and his mystic lie
I am in love with the way words unfurl off my tongue
to trap you and leave you heart strung
Too easy for us to go down the wrong one way street
never know the signs to retreat
Listen to no one
hear the music coming from the sun.
You want to continue this charade
or dance naked to the lost parade.