i see everything,
looks lingering on hips,
soft seperation of sticky coffee lips,
i see the extra beat per minute
i see the worn molars.
and in a look, a thought, a whisper
you're hung; taught rope brought out
but i can forgive you
if you want me to
i see everything,
green looks on jewelery
planted seeds of disease sprouting
i see the poison ivy vines.
i see the bitten nails.
and in a look, a thought, a whisper
you're hung; taught rope brought out
but i can fortive you
if you want me to
do you?
