Monday, February 2, 2015


You taste like last night's
wine. It's sweet and old
this connection we're drinking.
How long is your patient
smirk, when you're right and
you know it? I watch you
all night, through the others
wondering how long
it last. This love
bubbles red in my cheeks,
and I grow warm. Feeling myself
getting bold, I open
my mouth and breath in. You
make the air seem muggy and
building. To what tempature
will we melt away?

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