Month: February 2018

I.
I’ll take queues from you
Until I get stuck in the feeling
That is your eyes
Golden and sunken and rimmed with grey

II.
Do you feel the vibrations between us?
It is palpable
My mouth tastes of iron and sweat and your skin

III.
Kiss me like you want to be loved
Fill your lungs with Newports
I’ll drown my blood in hops
I will spend my whole life here

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