Tomorrow Never Comes

Cramped feet print the shield Loose rings stab my back   Cracked glass still fogs Smudged mirrors don’t hold fast   Fingers attach to hips and clutch like doors latch   Flanked teeth mirror reflecting moons Past lips that quiver just as toes and thighs do   We make out with the radio on We go in after the heat’s gone off   I know I can’t go on forever, But maybe you’ll be the one who does   Tomorrow never comes When today is celibate Continue reading Tomorrow Never Comes