I gathered my damndelions,
plucked them to dry moans,
and planted their howls in your pillow.
Crystal and gin, never and again,
a liar is never sorry until caught.
Yesterday’s a corpse.
Tomorrow’s hollow eyed.
The knife harvests drops of blood.
She wasn’t me…I wasn’t her,
but you were always you.
Ashy prayer braids us as one.
The grass never stays green
when lust prowls scarlet light.
Two women purr louder than one.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
Note: Yes, I wrote damndelions.... my made up word. :)