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Neat & Tidy

Written at 7:03 am, while at a complete standstill on I75:

Bring me your lust
Packaged in
brown paper
and twine

I’ll unwrap it
So there isn’t


About the delicate
Of your wants.


If I could brew thunder

in my lungs,

I’d drown you with a

storm of words

My lightning would singe

the very center of you-

leaving eyes dark.

If I could

whip the wind against

your back,

leaving you standing

stung and stinging,

I would.

There would be no end

to the storm swirling in my


You’d never have a moment

to prepare or recover.

If I could,

I probably wouldn’t.

As I see you’ve already

conjured up your own

perfect storm.