Juniper for my love
I carry it upon my breath
and if I weren't already there
I'd be drunk on your bereft.
Drag you to pawn-shops
where they dip my thumb in ink
I'd barter away our love, my love,
if I hadn't dropped it down our sink.
I want to buy you pretty things
and I wish my words were honey
but I cough between cigarettes
and drink away my money.
Juniper for my love
I keep it in a flask.
You deserve more than I can give
and I pray that you don't ask.
I take your hand to dace with you.
Instead I trip and stumble.
I tell you that my love is true
but I confess it with a mumble.
I wish I were a proper man
bringing you a fresh-cut flower
and I wish I could see a glass half-full
rather than completely sour.
A gin martini for my love.
A kiss of astringent fume.
A liquor-laden love-confession
sure to make you swoon.
No comments:
Post a Comment