THE COMPROMISE

THIS FLUSTERED FORM FELT

A SENSATION

DRINKING COLORS OF THE DREAM

SOFT PASTELS DRIPPING

SLIDING

LIKE FOAM RACING BACK

TO THE SEA

I DRANK FROM YOUR

CHALICE HANDS

I GULPED

I SWALLOWED HARD

THE GOOD WOMAN'S BLOOD SPILLING

FROM THE CORNERS OF MY MOUTH

YOUR HANDS EMPTY

I,

INSATIABLE