i drew some
black and white sketches
last night
sketches of coffee cups
and steamy words
with no sugar
and cream.
sketches of bearded moon
hanging with
falling fireflies
and coughing out toxic breaths.
sketches of smoke
and spirits
masking the true sound
of art.
sketches of a lady in
red, walking away
in the rain
under her cover
walking away
from the black and white
sounds, of despair
and pain
of broken heart
isn’t being alone together
better than
being apart?
I woke up to the
heavy moans
to the lights red
as wine.
she took a deep breath
under my ear
guided my hands
to the price
and told me with her hazel eyes
Love, let me make you alright.
sure as hell
she wasn’t lying
she became the moment
and the moment was mine.
“Say my name”
and all I could say was a smile
dammit, I forgot it again
let’s just call you Hyde
for this little while.
I give in
my ears are pink,
into thin air
my heart does sink.
from your cranberry lips
a cherry juice
drips down
slowly, like amaretto
waiting to drown
in the red
of my skin
in the eleventh hour
of my sins.
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