Sex & Fightin’

Lipstick-stained cigarette kisses gloss over the candle beneath the wax melts its wick to the beat of steady passion the sheets we speak with our hands tangled with voiceless apologies we say what drips from the crack in the ceiling with our feelings; an emotional kaleidoscope reflects the rising sun, lingering in between a dream and what’s real now we’re even.

Dusting off Dreams

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