I am that ice lemonade on the hot wooden porch
And you are that condensation
Reminding me of what is waiting beyond the entrails of that mason jar
A cool refreshing pleasurable satisfaction of my thirst
See you are salacious and unreasonable like this hot Mississippi sun
Your glare is like one of its rays gone astray
Don' stared down on me way too long
You pierced my outer shell
I wanna take off these 'er clothes and escape you
And at the same time bathe effervescently in your glory for I too am light feedin' ofa' light
Heat feeding ofa' heat
And I know you sho nuff
I've watched you hunker down on this porch concentrating on the wood until it warped and became as crippled and decrepit as the cross Christ was crucified on
Focusin' on paintchips and memories til there were no more memories or paint or wood left to blame or call old or ugly
Only splinters of an old life that once was beautiful and me
Sittin' rockin' splittin' some more
Quenchin' my thirst of you
Despising your vehemence while still baskin' in it...
Aging.
jwhitney58
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