Poetry (because I was tired of your constant public reminders I was only almost beautiful) Posted by iridescentlover on December 7, 2014January 6, 2015 A micropoem – – – I swallow the drinks he serves Like it’s your touch – The alcohol warms me in places Your kiss would have landed. Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrRedditEmailPinterestMoreGooglePocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
