High Heels Off.

I've had him,
trying to fill your chasm.
You walked back in,
so electric.
Babe, you're so sick.
so broad, so big.
The air erupts with static.

Where have I been?
On a rampage...
There are fissures in my skin
that you can mend with
your malt liqour lips.
I've always been a sadist.

 
Of all the jin joints, babe
you had to break into mine.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

So nice to see your words grace my thoughts again. An interesting poem to say the least. When you get drunk on love you get disoriented on the high it brings.

[ANM]

Very impactive ......Well written!