Trails of lust
spark the piercing eye of a loner
solitary cards shuffle around in throat
falls over and bums fist with sin and
develops friendship in the process
Until postpartum crawls into existence
creating connect-the-dot hickeys upon necks
blazing a furnace of firing flames
that secrets can't contain
minds can't erase the moments
The memories
the feelings
the song
you both sung
a song so sweet
drip drops rain from heaven
in the shape of her v
Band-aids weren't intended for hearts
bleach cannot abolish everything
ever tried inserting bleach into a vagina?
when dawn concurs dusk in the morning
I wonder however in a million years
shall housekeeping ever cleanse
the tsunami drowning in this room
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