Poems from alissam5
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago.
Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me
All damn night and all damn day as she cries.
I’ve got to...
We dance, merry in a fortunate life
With lights flashing blue and green and red
Our only wish: that this will never end
A sentence without...
His hand runs down my thigh.
My prayers have been answered.
I bow before Him, longing to taste ambrosia and sin.
I beg before Him, longing...
Her hands run down my fractured spine
and her arms wrap around my treacherous waist
as she buries her face in my crooked neck
and kisses my...