For You

And so I create me for you


pour me out with the coffee

fill a white porcelain cup

and I'm

drunk from it.


As I've told you

I've lost most of my vices

but I manage to pick up

new ones

such are you

flowing green and alive.


As the cat-green

grass green of your eyes

It is thus:

life is a vice

I am a vice

to those who would use me.


You are vivid and

hot, perspiring

as sweet scented as pine trees

I've not yet had my fill

I would eat you up with all the clichés

I choked down in love.


words: RaeAnn Kime, Southern California (e-mail)
painting: Natalie Abadzis, London (byebyeballoon)


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