Saturday, November 3, 2007

Stupor

Hanging off a corner of moon
Spilling bottle, tears
I cursed her
For being asleep and naked
Her beautiful legs spread just enough
To give me cramps

Dreaming drunk, kissing air
Remembering the pounding, ripples of skin
I drooled over last night
Wanting to tie her in a knot around me
Put her in a headlock and through grinding teeth
Threaten that I loved her to death
Before collapsing, spent

She just laughed, washed me away, and stood in the mirror
Taunting me to find a way to break her
But I was still catching my breath
On the verge of a heart attack
And would have fallen off the bed
Had I not passed out

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