Don’t say anything.
May 19, 2013 § 12 Comments
Save me the knowledge
Wind me up—china cherry-lipped baby doll.
Suck out my tick-tock, lipgloss stodgy puckered-up
Educate me— cardamom,
ginger, cinnamon—anything that burns me numb.
Sin? Yes. I’m in.
Transform my candy cane heart to
Leave me breathless
feeling like death
without your electrical desires
pushed into my candy coated empty chest.
Bunk beds; pez-men. Light brights—
you and I [shhhh] tonight. New York Cities electricity.
Manhattan all alone, gosh it’s cold, you’re so pretty
—looking sinly, cinnamon mixed with
pure white snow.
Be my wind-up-boy-toy baby. Kiss me crazy.