Leffed
Published in
Apr 26, 2013
Words flow like Leffe
Sweet with a cinnamon taste
Hints of Valentines
Blurred by consumption
One line dulls the heart
One more the mind
Verse after verse the
Words mix and blur
Eventually
Creating only your desires
“My Key and strokes are
Not my own”
Until the day after
A trail of garments
And a naked stranger
Under your arm.
