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Brown and Green
He stares at me
As if IΒ could walk away and leave any second
Take my hands and learn me
Read my palms
Open my heart
I give myself to you
Opening me
Know my insides
And my outside
Studying me
Brown and green
A colored pair
Golden specks
I stare back
Harder
Brown curls and blonde locks
When Iβm with you
I don't need air
Friday 31st January 2025 2:54 am
Tokyo Honeymoon
Our hotel window thrown open on the night
sirens rise and weave between our sighs
below, a city squeals in pleasure
Neon light spills across our pillows
We feel the force that has been forged
and binds our stories for all time
Pasts bundled into a suitcase
the lock spun, kicked beneath the bed
while we writhe and rise above
You touch yourself, then I touch you
We let the sheets sli...
Thursday 26th August 2021 12:07 pm
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