Your passion looks like blood.
I’m innocent, I swear,
In a bar napkin after closing
Kind of way.
Torture my heart, young lover,
With innocent eyes and wishful legs
Standing too close
In a cocktail philosophy.
I haven’t decided yet
What color this heart beats as,
But I’d guess it’s
A shade of lust.
I lost that scope,
Whittled it down into spice and chutney
Grumbling with vengeance
To unresponding pebbles
While sculped demi-gods whispered
Into darkness and a masked Persian
Dangled scented indulgence
Over two freshly peeled cocktails.
I watched it float on,
Into the Wall.
I lost that scope,
Whittled it down into spice and chutney
Grumbling with vengeance
To unrespinding pebbles
While sculped demi-gods whispered
Into darkness as a masked Persian
Dangled scented indulgence
Over two freshly peeled cocktails.
I await
Not anxious
But limber
Excited
Loose in the attitude
A mixed cocktail
On John-John’s patio
And rain
Midsummer night
With dragons