a dip in the lips

how ’bout just

under this
stalking moon

with me.

we’ll skinny dip wet lips
of wintergreen

slick ribbons tangle
with our toes,

as crisp nips at my
runny nose..

so lit my hellfire spreads
to moon dusted bed,

how ’bout just

and me?

“only if the moon
can watch too.”

..she said.

image: https://twitter.com/wanna_aesthetic/status/923083402181451776

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/411305378462673028/

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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