For You
And so I create me for you
daily
pour me out with the coffee
fill a white porcelain cup
and I'm
drunk from it.
As I've told you
I've lost most of my vices
but I manage to pick up
new ones
such are you
flowing green and alive.
As the cat-green
grass green of your eyes
It is thus:
life is a vice
I am a vice
to those who would use me.
You are vivid and
hot, perspiring
as sweet scented as pine trees
I've not yet had my fill
I would eat you up with all the clichés
I choked down in love.
~
words: RaeAnn Kime, Southern California (e-mail)
painting: Natalie Abadzis, London (byebyeballoon) |