captive

 

I learn to sing

watching your milk dibbled lips

curl around a breath

your teeny tongue encourages air

even though i swore in private

against Joni Mitchell

I wouldn’t deny

the Circle Game

your eyes crescent 

mine wane gibbous with salt water

painted ponies go up

and dissolve in rampant hooting

its both proper

and enjoyable to laugh

instead of lyrics

melody delody