I have swallowed the noon of the night, with pleasure,
Convincing hours to assume that I am “whenever”
But there is no fooling my tongue that drools with mad tremor–
Too much caffeine or the scent of love somewhere?
Either way, I will find you.
There is something so acidic in his words; so biting.
I can taste his black shadows surround me, it’s rousing.
Inspiration lights hope like sweet milk steamed,
I poured it down his throat so we could meet
and stain versus
on burnt paper
and rise like créma
on hot beds
I need an espresso…
With you, I will never sleep again.