nymphet poetry

cherry liquor

it never comes to me

angel's face, god's soul
venus from a renaissance painter
wild nights, burnout days in bed
kissing, kissing, being drunk

i'm sickly sweet, giving everything away
until all that's left is bitter sea salt
bleeding lips, silver tongue
beads of blood on my nails

deep garnet, i bleed in pyrope
are you scared of me? come a little
closer, sweetheart, don't you know
i can help, my help is the best...

if i could just help myself

bruises blooming on my thighs, spreading over my body
the shortest plaid on the palest legs
blushing like a summer's eve
my lips dream only of love

reckless because life is a game i wanna
lose at... i don't care if i lose
because i will, i always do
wanting it all, missing it all

it's a game to me

but then, you don't know how much i care
my lips speak only of love

i wouldn't mind a cherry coke
mix it up with some vodka if you like
drugs in the yard at 4am
love is always on my lips, on my mind

and yet it never comes to me