Cool Glass of Water
A list,
A potential nickel rich.
The miracle kiss,
I’ve seen a long line
Repeat,
Offended
A long list
Salt on the ice
Burning lovemakker’s kiss
Maker’s mark,
Short stuff
On their knees and yet a smile
Why?
Onward
These long words
Because all the tweed
And nice ties
Fine vests & tux
Can’t buy me love
Oh.
Honey get me flies
So it’s time to try vinegar & lies.
A Warmth
But there’s twist
But there’s twist
A turn,
The reverse
A warmth.
It’s not infinite
It’s not infinite
Not without pain
But it is existent
Step back
Look
And lack, listen.
Hold hands,
Hold hands,
There.
There it is.
There it is.
Among the nutmeg
And the Maker’s mark. ______________
Where did I go wrong?
Seems sincerity only brings excommunication.
If that be the case then call me Hermit,
only one can hope of a Rose-apple awakening.
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