(c) Joanna “Joey” Polisena

She tastes like
marijuana and cabernet;
it’s how she self-medicates
her lore, who she was before;
she rips this moment ablaze
and pulls me
sulfur-sparking all the way
further into her space;
her wild side is untied,
totally frayed
and I am magnetized,
can’t pull myself away,
so I give in,
I stay,
I stay,
I stay,
let my brains fry
on her lips.