she keeps things caged in her eyes.
she’s got your sex written on
the finger she sucks at her lips
but you can’t have her.
those cold sweats leave you wondering
which side of the bars you’re really on.
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…
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