xl. YOU'RE ALCOHOL AND I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER BE SOBER.
your lips drip honeysuckle
and your voice
it's bitter like dark chocolate
when your fingertips
outline my body
as the moonlight streams
through the bedroom window
i can't help but feel effervescent.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
