Domi

i.

You’re a medicine best in small doses;

A drink-the-bottle-and -die twice type.

My axis of sweet dread

Hurricane to sip

Shaking me from my shakes

Bashing bars of my straitjacket xylophone mind

Jackknife,

I can smell the eucalyptus on your skin,

almost taste your lips

How you tease sarcastic:

You’re a wild one.

How could I know, you say.

Show me, show me I howl in the night.

ii.

You need to pick a dress for a wedding

:::shrug:::

You say stop trying to be smooth

And then reveal yourself in three dresses:

The blue dress isn’t what a muse should wear to bed

The black dress with stars glows with your blonde blonde hair

The black dress with the mesh says everything works out in the end