We danced in perfect time
while we told our crooked lies
and smiled golden promises
between our rusted lips.
Nothing was perfect
and everything violent
in the linen landscapes
of your single cell.
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I’m not sad. I just saw some sad images in my head while listening to some music.
I could break you
with a song
that used to echo
from your stereo
across from the field
of linen sheets
where your lips trembled
with beggars’ gasps
for charity.
An alarm rings out through the cool air.
Limbs, intertwined like snakes, unravel.
A second hand kills the clock,
from the safety of sheets.
Gentle kisses crescendo on the nape of her neck
and decrescendo the length of her architecture.
“I just want to sleep,” he says.
“I just want you to fuck me,” she replies.
They dance in stillness.
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Wine gives me weird dreams. This needs more work. Also, why do I write like this in the morning?
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