Sunday
My tired eyes
match your glossy
cherry stained lips
like rusted lies
One day revered
in memento mori
enqueue the weird
deep breath, sigh
A beating ache
echoes rhythm
a lusty salsa
one-two step
One day revered
in memento mori
enqueue the weird
deep breath, lie
Lurching, my head
follows the arch
of your back
down my spine
One day revered
in memento mori
enqueue the weird
deep breath, sigh
When we speak
it gives that itch
twitch in my seat
a feverish heat
One day revered
in memento mori
enqueue the weird
deep breath ...
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