Prose, probes, letters, bandages, stolen moments and memories disguised as poetry.

the first thing to go

was the taste of her lips

something I never cherished

fleeting like her lust for it

friendship is underrated

but young folks will always make a mess of it

the first thing I did

was succumb to the greed

a new experience, didn't open my eyes

a clear experiment, I daren't try

and why should I