Katrina Kaye
legs
bare
brown
smooth
to touch
can’t help
but watch
as they
walk away
ridiculous
the way
your lips taste
there is too
much gratitude
to be bitter
I gather
strength upon
back bone
desperate
to get the
tune right
to lure
you
to me
the smell of
your air
is rotten
is familiar
is perhaps
the same as
my own
don’t leave
this town
not yet
chance is still
hanging on
your words
unlocked
headlights
in the rain
I try
to love you
better