Meander.

Drape me in sin
Beneath the cloak of stale air
Of the dingy ransack
Of the crème in the sheets
Steal me some reality.
I’ve had enough of possibility
To want to live in the imprints of my gloss on your lips,
The imprint of your foot on my neat
Don’t slide
Its way to conniving of you to leave
Just take one more sip of me
Just take one more sip of me.