Vaccine

I stand to stage
her urge to go away,
But hold her ruby crested soap in lip lock,
My cigarette,
My first and final breath,
Addictive coffee tainted kiss and lip gloss,

Be my Vaccine,
The stain between my dreams,
On your knees till I can't take no more,

Your fever is spent,
Your makeup clumps again,
Conversations will you take me whole,


She may maintain
the means to run away,
But touched her ashy soggy skin with sipped shots,
Runny makeup,
no need to cover up,
Sweaty lock up on the hold and gun shots,

Makeup peels,
In stringy red high heels,
Got the needle scars to take her home,

Your fever is spent,
Your makeup clumps again,
Conversations will you take me whole,

-D.S.