with angry hands
you pull away the sheets
that protect me from the night
with a flaming soul
you worm your way
into my ice-cracked heart
and spread love into my
arms
pretending -for just a moment-
that i could hold you
with stone hands
you carve into my skin
blue eyes burst into green seas
a single touch turns into
a million pictures
your chin on my shoulder
you bury into my story
itching for your next fix
of a dwindling drug supply
an angry mind
fell in love with
the w a n d e r i n g spirit
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
