cobalt

Its so dim in here, I am so drunk,

Im not remembering what Im telling you,
never remember what Im telling you, I just want
your nipples, I want your deadly nipples in my mouth, goddess, but
you said my letters all got lost in the mail. I shouldnt have
tried to use language anyway.

Youre the one who called me! Are you climbing a hill looking for an automobile?
Looking for something in an automobile?

Are you playing cards/ Holding hands, are you waiting for the train to pass?

You refuse to let me carry the pizza box.

Is this rational behavior? Do you have to escape your own image? Is that you in the mirror?
Are you having a pleasant walk? Do you have the desire to touch or is the desire empty?

Standing in front of my portrait of you, someone mutters, do you have anything
for the Nipple Goddess?

All I get out of this moment is a tiny doll you give me, a worry doll. You say put
the doll under your pillow at night and go to sleep and make a wish at it will
come true. I guess I might as well have my token kiss goodnight now.

Theres always problems with interpretations.
Im immediately embarrassed. Im still afraid of that doll.