Every now and then the recollection of you
becomes so addictive-
Errutp these thoughts and climb in through
the trap door that nests on the
side of my brain-
You slither in like a coiling serpent
and squeeze whatever comfort I had left
out of lips,
stale,
dull sickness-
Infection fester-
A wound embedded like a cavity that spreads
until I remember the conversions
that gave me alligator tears.
A charming devil with a grin
that use to match my own-
we both know
that I'm going to hell for enjoying
you.
COMMENTS
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captainglobehead
17:57 Nov 04 2012
Nicely stated.