Submissions by palmscrash (Zoe)

Tires turn on familiar gravel
Hands catch breeze of common travel
Cigarettes burn with old skill
Lips touch with fading thrill
Feelings burnt still no shame
What can be asked of no flame?
Gasoline churns
My body burns
This windshield vendetta is not a game

Lips cursed and shut so fine.
Mouth do part for taste of wine.
Linger there, oh beautiful soul.
Hold this scene til I grow old.
 
 
Oh those hips run down your frame,
I soak it in, not thought of shame.
Who could pass such glorious sight?
I can’t turn ‘way, I have no might.
 
 
Lifted chin and voice flow through.
Flood my thoughts with words from you.
Songs of hushed, cautious tongue.
I’m with you here, forever young.
 
 
Such warmth and glory this wine brings.
My soul soars, wine gives wings.
Don’t let me fall,...