By: RC deWinter

rubrication

your skin
bronzed by your labors in the sun
is no soft envelope
wrapping your bone and sinew
it’s the parchment of years spent
doing what men do
i want to illuminate the pages
of this book of hours
let me be the quill that illustrates
all you accrue
i have stained my lips scarlet just for you
when i slide them up and down your skin
you’ll be inked with passion’s tattoo
 

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logorrhea

too early or too late
my time is always out of joint
too early for nashville
too late for your love
the two things i wanted most

oh they clapped in the studio
then sent me on my way to nowhere
and i was years too late for your applause

now my voice is chained
to these words that just won’t stop
is any of it good or am i…