String me up
Along your pearls
I want to be the one
Who twines them together
Let me dwell there
Behind your sultry lips
A subtle sweet taste
Lingering on the tip
Of your fluttering tongue
Keep me inside
Hold me in your mouth
Let me be the one
Whose name you want
To scream out loud
Filling the emptiness
inside of you
is just like
filling the emptiness
inside of a house.
I look into your windows
and the lights are on,
but no one is there.
I see you have
luxurious couches,
a flaming fireplace,
fluffy carpet,
and throw blankets.
But no matter how many
items of comfort
you stuff yourself with
you will not
fill the emptiness.
Filling a house up
does not
make it a home
A house
must be lived in
in order
to become
a home.
“Buried Bones”
Note: the shiny line is due to the fact that I folded down the corner of the page and taped it down. So I actually used two pages to make this piece.