Sherry Lips

Weak is the expensive sherry between your lips.
It burns in my mind.
Why don't we stop
To hurt?

Suffer is the line
That holds us closed.
Grateful for this
Will I give you my thin shoulder
To break it,
Again.

Suffer is the linkage
We see and hear
But don't understand.
Will never do.

I crawl through my time.
Your life is strange.
And I am a nurse
Crawling through
The shared minutes.

We share our bodies.
Should perform your fantasies;
You will answer on it with my.
Feel your touches,
Taste your sherry
And survive.



*Dependence in a relationship.