I don’t like wine but I want to

I vomit words of sultry sounds taking up space but never enough

“Most want it” she said she only knows shadows

He is not a shadow he is real and maybe that is what makes him worry

I grasp his fingers in mine set a timer

Allow for thoughts to enter and leave

Never stay

Constantly scared by the rain but it’s cleansing

You can’t clean oil only watch it metastasize

Sometimes I am cruel about it

Sometimes I sleep

He wakes me

Silky red poured into crystal

Tomorrow is coming

But Today has not yet arrived...