For new readers to my blog, I have a set of magnetic words ranging in relatively wide variety plastered on the front of my refrigerator. Every once in a while, I'll stand in my kitchen and try to come up with a new poem. I tried to make this one a positive poem and failed miserably. Blame it on the book edits. I don't write happy books and I think it's reflected in my poems.
So, here is this month's poem. Enjoy
In case you can't read it, it says:
Skin like honey
Drunk on your blood like chocolate
I bare my dreams of raw need
Whisper our symphony of sweet love
Singing at me
Is a bitter black void."