Going

[Delta40]

I can barely wear
my heart on these arms
heavy and dull

My pudgy hands
squeezing drops of concentrate
hard through the grill
so you can feel
intense and thick
my love

as you slip away like liquid

[Virgil]

:lol: Now that is a great little poem.

[PrinceMyshkin]

You are fast becoming the mistress of the short where you provide only what we absolutely need to know and trust us to fill in or imagine the rest (though I agree with Virgil about the one just before this).