bottom
red box in the window,
inside a black widow
playing this fiddle tune,
heartbreak to be consumed.
she is not some honey,
she is not for money,
she’s just kinda hungry,
for your body and mind.
in the nighttime moonlight,
when the orb blinks outloud,
this is where you’ll find her_
that lovemaking neon sound.
Copyright © Brandon Michael | Year Posted 2024
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