juice

I rushed the river of believe
Scooped a palm full
Washed my mouth
to call her name

On the outside
I shared my skin with some sun
stretching blank canvas sheets like Picasso ....
drag your fingers on it
drawing with liquified pain,
leaving me to cure alone
under the 3 p.m. Sun.

On the inside
I was hiding in a nameless shack
I named it melancholy gray
an omen of what's to come,
hoping for better days
if she came to me,
Juice from her lips is all I needed
For a rush of blood to the vines,
nourishing purpose to my infant lyrics.

Juice stagnated in her head
must be stirred, not shaken
sinking her dagger teeth in me
for the perfect dose.
let it flow; let me feel it,
coming back again.
It’s the charged current,
stinging the flesh.
That lays us down, focused
drunk & oblivious to the outside.

With all I have left, I rise
I rush again to the river of believe
crossing the threshold of pain
that's lying on the side  
Scooped a palm full
Washed my mouth
to call her name …  
(Elsee)