nice guys finish furniture

by s.t. brophy


I have been wide awake
screaming for someone
for too long now
for mother's milk
or heroin
or the salt-sweet
taste of your skin
in the morning
w/ your head
on my chest
and your mouth
close enough
to whisper
wisdom
right onto my tongue
and down my throat
coalescing w/ my organs
and coagulating
like a clot
on the drying dust
of my libation
on a as sheet pale
and filthy
as your skin


Poetry

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