Sweet Talk
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

This is such sweetness, so vile.
Us. Unambiguous.
Pouring whispers as though
from ewer to ear,
spilling from mind to sound,
mouth to mound.
Lips to stain my thoughts;
hands to haunt my heart.
Use my name for once, here
in your library of thoughts.
Spread-eagled, like a candied treat
in the sorrow
of your gingerbread house.


