A shot of tequila
You are the shot of tequila
that I know I will regret
tomorrow but still, recklessly
I throw salt onto my wounded
soul, pour you into my throat,
into my bloodstream,
and take your lips in mine,
as if my life depends on it.
As if they are a slice of lemon.
Is this Poetry?
Yesterday I smoked poetry,
I got high on the first stanza
and poetry blew my mind.
Then I got thirsty, so I drank poetry,
poured her into my mouth,
and I swallowed poetry.
When hunger came knocking, I ate poetry,
grilled her until golden brown.
made a sandwich taste like poetry.
I took a walk on the beach,
dipping my feet along poetry
then I dove in head first, and swam in poetry.
I put on my sunglasses so I could
look at poetry, I looked her right in the eye
and I fell in love with poetry.
We walked hand in hand until
the stars came out, listening to poetry,
the beat of our hearts as I kissed poetry.
Deep into the night I think about
poetry, until she crawls inside my mind,
my dreams are kaleidoscopes of poetry.