the chapters
we stopped writing,
subtly smeared
like a
B r e e z e
the words we
never uttered,
all forgotten
like a
B r e e z e
crushed ice,
some bitter grapefruit,
drowned with vodka
like a
B r e e z e
enjoy the
subtle solace
of those berries
like a
B r e e z e
breathe on
an empty stomach
of love poems
like a
B r e e z e
love with
a puzzled mind,
ruby caresses
like a
B r e e z e
a new
unwritten chapter
unpublished opus—
w r i t t e n
B r e e z e
gone ---
with
the
s e a
B r e e z e
.
.
.
fun
thing is,
it wasn't
e v e n
a c o c k t a i l
N I G H T
LannaZee 