Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Kristen de Kline #202 The third degree

when you wake me up, early
your rogue arm captures my torso
the smell of rain, outside
lazy kisses dance down

it's in the mid morning
after I've pulverized the coffee beans
with the spice stick
that's when I feel it the most:
swinging through the smoke
your absence
those light bulbs
swaying at the Old Duck

put me on the witness stand
fire up your red dictionary
gobble up the alphabet
give me the third degree
how does it taste
was it love
did it hurt

go to the end
search for the beginning


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