Wake up

I will wake you
with kisses

baptise your lips to the dawn

waking skin from slumber


Ever have a day when your fucking poem drops the hell out of your head? Dammit! I had a nice bit of verse going during my walk and it evaporated by the time I came back home. I hate that shit. The only solution to it is to try it again, duirng another walk. But it won't be the same, it never is. Stupid brain.