With cracked lips
I drank from you, parched
for the salty taste
of your tongue.

Thirst drove me
at first but then your eyes
became a delicacy, your lips
became the bottle I suckled
at for every ounce of life.

I ate through you
and left a heaping pile--
a broken down mess.
Soon you became the leftovers
in my garbage,waiting
for the next desperate bum.

08/04/2005

Posted on 08/05/2005
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