Tumble-twist and jitter-jive,
the world,
a mess of vibrant hues,
each shade just barely whipping by.
Tipsy-trip and stumble-stare,
I rely
on your bent-toe wingtips,
on your polished swivel keeping time.
Sudden-sight and lingered-look,
Your eyes,
are open, soft, and java brown,
the kind that beg for trust without shame.
And mine must seem startled.
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Affections of Substance
PoetryA collection of short poems observing the complexities of drug induced romance. New additions are possible! Constructive criticism welcomed and encouraged. Enjoy! :)
