Find Yourself

Slow down there girl
Where you running
with such a limp?
Was it the love buzz
that set you frantic?
Pullin’ the red out
flames lick the lip to curl
back against the wood grain
a flickering thought
makes a vicious grin
as sex skirts behind your eyes
Temper, temper trying to cool
inside the tempest, inside
your mouth slides
a heavy tongue of cosmo
Reaching down, towards
sheer, rustled blue
and a five-man grasp
of strawberry glory

by Kate Green