crumbled and rolled

an amaretto sour 09/09/2010

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:03 am

cradle it in your palm there
in the balmy night air
at the top of the spiral stair
where you hesitate

liquor like liquid candy
fizzy and tart in an old fashioned
classic glass, like i think we are

only i daren’t go there,
i mustn’t lust, see
(though it electrifies me.)

you’d have to scale this wall
i’d be rapunzel, all enthralled
that you could muster the gall
to read my poetry.


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