I’m lost
I’m cold
I’m glossed
I’m closed
still,
all yours,
on all fours
open doors
to my soul-
so close
so close,
sold off,
all yours,
these lungs
breathe lust
all yours,
this blood flows
to fill cups
drink up!
Fill up! Cheer up!
All yours
all yours
all yours
I’m gross
&
you’re
welcome
eyes closed,
lips locked,
minds blown-
lives lost.

SF