Disastrous

via Daily Prompt: Disastrous

 

Eyes crossed like the legs eleven,

With a sip of rum or whiskey,

“What do you want, darling?”.

The very next encounter with you,

Will bring a change or make me still,

Like a disaster wrapped in gown, red.

Sit, next to me without a word,

I like silence more than your lips,

Shhh.. think before you make a move.

Take your fingertips from the corner,

On my disfigured table 10 cross 12,

Cause’ your cigarette cherry is disastrous.

 

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