“When This Ends”It’ll be summer again. Lips brush my collarbone Endless streams of seeping apologies. Overfilled jam, sickly and fragrant, Only Black Opium could compete. Tangled limbs amidst polished blades My, how we’ve grown alone While the world shifted outside our doors. How we carried on those nights, staring at pixelated faces—disconnected longing. Later, we shatter our past spooning rose jam, dripping down our quivering lips. Let’s embrace like the world can pause Since now we know it can. “Sick Time” We made plans to meet Against early summer heat Winter sleet still hit our cheeks Time comfortable in our palms Our skin dampens Heavy and robust We made plans to meet On that broken street But the clock ticked on The gates shall close Time trickled you stayed put Until the sirens rang warning of fading souls Did you head my cries Let time antagonize By my window, I look on Tears at your pointless haunt Our plans to meet Deemed obsolete “Distancing” Past sunset, sneak on down
where no other soul is found a warning crash a looming splash glances and sighs hands between strong thighs Police about, watch out! two hearts on the run nothing can trump our fun oh! how selfish we must be, taunting God with glee graced in company sand between our toes embracing much too close.
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