Poetry

This was a shock treatment. 
 
Becoming friends 
with aperitifs. 
 
We drink the eyes 
in remorse. 
 
Unabridged. I clean the words 
on the whiteboard. The 
tongues were black. 
 
Dilemma of stings. 
No flesh was left 
on the bones. 
 
The body, 
becomes a river. 
You are drowned 
in pink folds.