Milk
"MILK"
Thirst comes at 3am
a wake,
you are immersed
in an Ocean
Dreams broken
Thirst calls you
Heat takes you
3am
Milk
A cold tall glass
chilled
slowly
swallowed
Face fronting a fridge
coolness runs it's length
of you
naked,
door is open
3am
Milk
sculled
it's coolness drips
down your neck
past your heart
to you know where...
there,
yeah,
right there
Time turns you around
fully naked, words form to sound
up against a door
freedom found
3am
Milk
Vanilla
He takes you
Heat calls you
You're an open fridge
coolness wraps
its legs around you
You cry out
with your lips swollen around
a neck, the bottle frozen
melts
He says,
“Providence,
Trust is a token"
You say,
“Love, trust is not a token",
safe word,
“Broken”
Thirst comes at 3am
Awake,
You are fully immersed
in
THE Deep Dark Ocean
Love
Trust
Bonded
Broken
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.” D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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