October 1, 2010

there are days. when i weaken.
when doing the right thing does not measure
up to the sofa cushion of your lips.
my ear against your chest
can hear an ocean.
an earth. a rotation.
a drum circle.
pulls me back in
there's a dance off
and you win.
and i'm your bitch again.
my slim rapper.
maybe i need you.


The Little City Sparrow said...

need is honest and hard

suitkacy said...

oh yes. it's so true. such a little and harmless word. HA!