we’re all fools here.

lips red as wine
your limousine eyelashes
reflect the white
from the moon
tangled fingers slide
on our skin.

we’ll forever be inscribed
in the verses of the ocean.
this prose will live
to see
many a nights
and breathe through my breath
whenever I shut the lights down.

this moment will be safe
and away
from the dusty highway
and ashes in the air
rising from the fires
of our past.
your every touch
is a fragment of a memory
in my heart
who seek to go nowhere
but drown
in your river

forever.

 

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