Having no cares for you, but thoughts
Of your pretty white straight teeth
(and where they will cinch me)
Are comfort
Like the ghosts of the smell around you.
‘Hello’ – thinking that I
Would tell you ‘hello’ first
When I touch you next, then
Busy myself saying other things
Before moving into not speaking.
I want to smoke
In bed with you,
Then burn again.
Sometimes I’ve had too much of this –
Not now.
I have wants only.
So?
When will you drive
Your vehicle to me?
Before you slip out of my mind.
Not replaced:
Dismissed and an urgent forgot.
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2 comments:
Nice - this communicates
thanks, Gravy. I need to quit writing about women so damned much, but they seem to be the only words the pen spells right.
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