djmoonshine Posted December 12 Report Share Posted December 12 Am I wrong for loving the early darkness of a day?Sky stained with azure, crimson, purpleThe grass and exhaust of Union SquareThis cup of coffee in my hands remains unsipped…i like the smell. Mouth on shoulder bladesTonguing syrup of timeBitter taste of perfume on her neckEyes dilate… sighs decontaminatethe SilenceThe measured choreography of that momentFamiliar body parts, distinctive smell. She’s not the same.Symphonies in her rapid pulses And intakes of atmosphereParents due back any minute but take your timeThe city outside the glass panes slows as her hands cupHis face and the rumbling of trains matches histhoughts.Dabbing lips dapple And flesh mechanics rust. ~moonie~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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