lover you should’ve

I drank bitter milk

I bit the nipple as it came out

 

The liver suffers but I write it off

as overhead

 

some color of cream

 

soak our selves in amber oak

milk, present tense, like a dream  –

temper can roar all throughout my bones like wind and I don’t need

 

you

 

I like to feel sorrow

 

I suck the nipple, I cry for more I drink    for more

the wind roars the color wheel spins, all the secondary colors are born

and beautiful

 

 

I like o feel sorrow I li tio sfeel sorryow

I lifke to fel sorry oi lifke so toffee

l orrry oi like to feel sorry w

 

somebody gave birth to me, to you

 

somebody gave into a moment with somebody else somebody sucked away at the amber glow somebody’s liver begged for a red light somebody’s body saw green there was also blue and indigo and pink and orange and brown

 

some body wanted a space to fill

 

and there you were

 

will you drink?

 

the milk vivid, sumptuous, something to sink your teeth into

 

you tell me the color, give me a name, tell me

 

give me, you should’ve come over

 

you.