Eight Matches

I gave you eight matches. You used seven to abandon me. I saved the last one just in case I want to go too. O, I miss you when I speak. When I laugh it isn’t me it’s you You came back. You came back loud while I tried to yell you don’t need arms to Hug me Looking at your lips is love enough to live in life on docks with no legs in water with no reflection we’ll come back loved. Hands splashed together in holy holy the Worthless, uncanny their cars and how they always match my socks Just right on the time, Just slight sort of stolen Sexy in your best words Perfect in your prose. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support