Milk

I sit on this drowned porch with a light shining above...my diluted glass of red milk wont conjure you, nor do I want it to. Milk from my breast, baby. And L is for Love baby...I know what you do and I do what I do too. Bells are crawling along for you on your floor, too. I won't and don't wait for you . Dirty. I stand. I'll say it again ..no, I don't stand for you. I am a devil (wo)man to hell with you and so be it -- to hell with me. Lipstick -- beyond my writing -- to the naked into and above you.

Words copywrite-Wendy Rose Watson