onefoolishline

Shes got experience.
She grinds Jordan almonds
between slightly stained teeth.
Between drags,
She tells me:

Its like a sleep walk;
you take
old stained shirts,
music you never liked,
hats that smelled like their shampoo.
But in the end its always
comfortable,
bored.
You wake up.

She says:
It begins as this
You apply lipstick to bare
chapped lips.
They hold you with rough
hands. You wish
they wore gloves.
They sink you,
flood you,
Irrigate every cell.
You float on it all,
bloated on love.

Addicted
you can taste
it when they
swirl you
hold you
serenade you
and mold you
then bottle you
to drink you later.

You, their tiny whirlpool.
When the water runs
out in the drain
she takes a drag from her cigarette.

It ends typical.
Boring.
A TV movie.
You find their collars lipsticked,
the dry confessions of false love
in their pockets when you do laundry.
Its only a matter of experience.
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and now...after almost two days...i sleep.