Yearning on the cusp, played on the fronts
dialogue like honey upon the ears
a slight glance perceived
words dance
kissed upon the wind
like ashes melted in the rain
the embers burn white hot
in lustful eyes and rainy days
sweet embraces in Harvest rains
till the moon shines through
darkened clouds
that last cab taken by another six minute
romance
a desperate tongue
and warm skin
the world seems to make sense
under the spell of
red lips
and broken leaves.
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