you taste like coffee in the morning,
honey in the golden afternoon.
whiskey in the evening,
and me at midnight.
you attract yaws in the morning,
bees in the sunlit afternoon.
laughter in the evening,...
You depend so much on my angel wings
that you’ve started to pluck out the feathers by holding on too tightly.
Every bunch that you pull out leaves spotty patches,
In which you start to rub salt into m...