Plug into any electronic outlet
for a black-out inlet to silence
from myself
from the outside
can't squeeze the last drop
it doesn't do it anymore
not the same kind of feeling
that first drag
that last sad cry
sitting only makes me wilder
eyes dart from side to side
heart wide open and still tearing
weak from strain
weak from staying
only stopping to keep count
like my days are numbered
dyslexia can be a good thing sometimes
mistakes
glass never tasted so good
smooth on my lips
containing nothing but solace
please don't tease me
I'll wrap my tongue around you
just to taste your edge and fantasize
take you dancing circles on my skin
together we could pop the cork
drink bitter wine
bleeding from where my breath has been
holding
grit my teeth and grin
another night to tie me over
gums aching
one of these days
we'll make love again
drip with the sweetness of my sins.
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