Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Friday, June 8, 2018
If You Were My Drink
i would pet you softly
feel the wet of you on my fingers
a patient vampire
sipping slow from your neck
tasting you
you would spill into my veins
until i emptied you
and on to the next
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