Beguiled Bashful Burnt

Those secrets that you keep
Dissipate eventually
To make room for more to come
Your black eyes can’t see
What’s been done
The Tennessee wind
Blew you back home again
With popsicle kisses
That feel like frozen piss
Melting on my tongue
Stuck in my throat
Like a gun
I often wish that I could breathe
That clock says it’s time for you to leave
If that’s the best you can do then your heart is a crooked screw
That will never fit in no matter how hard you twist
Beguiled, beguiled, beguiled, bashful and burnt