Mug Me
It’s like living in black and white,
suddenly there is color;
It’s like tears in your eyes,
then suddenly you’re on fire;
Give me a water gun and mug me;
Hand me that piece of plastic,
whip me across the face;
Shoot water in my mouth;
Acid, acrid and burning;
Biting my esophagus;
Mug me;
Beat me from the inside out;
This light has eclipsed the dark;
Floating like cotton candy
landing on your lips;
I was approaching the stratosphere
then you bit my thoughts;
You mugged me;
I landed like a balloon
soft and smiling.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment