SleepyJackie

You’re the top for my bottomthat doesn’t quite fitYou feel like soft cottonwith an iron tip. You’re like a love songgone rock’n’rollWhat you say is wrongAnd it don’t matter at ...

Your words,strawberry-foamed woven goldsugar-coated damp promises,gently alignin the empty spaces of oblivion,lovingly entwinewith the cloudy texture of my prayerson your heavy silver letters.Your ima