...things have changed
and I can still feel
the grip
I have
on it...
nails sunk deep
in my lip
Even when blood
is drawn, I still
hold on
to it--
the words, a kiss
those notes, cologne,
that trip
I've wrapped myself
in silver chains,
with saltwater in play
strapped firm to my bed
keeping way
Of anything that skips
...because
I want
nothing left to sip...
