Art

Poem #36…(thank you Frankie Valli)

.and big girls don’t cry.

whiskey

diamond

teardrops

plunge eternally

from my cunt ~

she weeps bittersweet

for you;

I’m 80% proof

[20% denial]

that my clit

is capable

of moving heaven

without

the gentle fondles

of your tongue and

fingers ~

‘big girls don’t cry’, so you once said

when you left me

desperately

suckling your cum’s residue

off my heartbroken tits;

the twins miss the subtle

of your hands and

mouth;

and ‘big girls don’t cry’,

I dare to echo you ~

I wish you could see me now,

how disappointed

you’d be

sinking me

to a level

of no shame.