poison all your water with her red lipstick

Mark of a kiss on a cup of two cent Java 

Eggs with bacon sizzling in the greasy pan

Across the counter from her husbands cooking clothes 

Poison smile of curled blonde at the red light 

Junction on mains streets empty crowd 

Wasted on a whiskey bottles cork you sing

A passionate lament for all the waltzes lost 

Now the dawn wakes to the cats scream


Your down on your knees once more


the band is playing your dance somewhere 

While frances writes the words of a poem with blue lines and dark shades with the fingers you long to hold in yours while she whispers her desires with a breeze turning the others poison to water and her touch to love
Francie McGivney 10 may 2015 

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