Not Seen

S is my hammock, rock me.
t is the cross I hang myself upon, stop suffering nothing.
r I sit in your shade, your arms too long.
e, yes, I eat. Ramen and chocolate muffins do me well, and just poorly enough.
S is for you: smoky, spiky, sexy.
Stupid -
(that one's me.)
Surprisingly, suddenly sweet.
Snakey.

Relief is not what I get from these words;
You want less than me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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