Refrigerator Poetry: Part 4 (I think)

Okay, I honestly can't remember how many refrigerator poems I've written, but making this number 4 sounds like a good plan.

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:

"Goddess

Skin like honey

Drunk on your blood like chocolate

Delirious

I bare my dreams of raw need

Whisper our symphony of sweet love

But

Singing at me

Is a bitter black void."