It’s our focus on a story
Wear dinner theatre.
Something regional.
Let me cut it
At the waist
Having sex
Being breathless
Then feeling that lacking touch
Fill me
To where I tumble
Down every side
No inns
No outs
Hot metal
With her name then
What I call her today
Same now – sometimes
Two
Cut-throat conversations
This
Cut-throat battle of raw attempt
Gone heavenly
A size up
To stiff shots
Where i…
Please help yourself
‘til it’s all
Give me.
Please.
More than enough.
© Lillian Moya 2008
