This chemical cocktail-
it's just tops baby.
You want a definition?
How about your definition?
Remember how you walked in?
All legs and lipstick ready to...
Make my heart heavy.
I ain't no fool for it either,
I don't miss a beat like that
unless it's the real deal.
We're talking testosterone
flowin through my brain
like some new strain of cocaine.
I just can't get enough baby doll.
I know we haven't even met-
You just walked in-
And I only talk like a gangsta in my head,
but I'll be damned if there's nothing to this.
You know, the whole first sight thing?
It's gotta be biology, right?
Even so I am suspect
that I feel (p)er(f)ect.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
