Friday 3/21/2008 12:43:00 AM

Everything is wide. Dilated and blind. Pretty lies I can believe. For now. In the flood of his flesh. I don't mind dying. Slowly.

Birthday presents left for her. Frivilous bows. And cards written in ink. The lie was just the beginning. He strangles me in tiny kisses. Until I'm not there anymore.

Little books. Tell the story of big girls. The men they've chosen. The wolf in the hallway searching for the moon just above his head. If only he could see it. Her underwear like a napkin wiping the crumbs from his lips. In broad smiles.

Loose zippers. Fumbling with dick. Seconds become years. In the scope of riches she sells herself. Love like a bright full moon opens up. To reveal what she's never seen. She finds herself in him. If only for a moment.

I can say his name, but I don't know it.

She leaves her socks on during sex. Because she has ugly toes. Because she can't explain why the beginning is so impatient.

He says she'll be happy as soon as she wants to be. And she still believes him.

After all these years.

This is how she loves him.

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