I intended to wait
until we both knew,
knew each other as more
than just friends.
But a rum and coke,
she provided,
taught me everything
I know about courage.
Drunk off a first kiss,
arms extended wide,
bouncing off walls
in spacious hallways,
tripping over a casket
of buried regret
because nothing gold
tends to last.
I held a funeral
for my pity
with a party
last Sunday.
If your ex knew,
he’d bury us alive.
But even in death,
I’d still melt with passion
hidden in the desire
when connected with
your lonely lips.

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