I want to paint a room
sweetest velvet lover
eyes the warmest shade of blue
you are my shaking hands
the metal taste in my mouth
a clicking broken fan
there you go
a fee for having lips on the cusp
you are the bass in the heart of me.
My eyes sting like they are filled with gasoline.
My body rolls.
But I don’t want to go to sleep,
No- I don’t want this day to be over yet.
These hours mean so much to me.