It’s exciting how your taste can last for hours.
How the ever-light summer sweat gifts your mocha frame a glisten.
Towers cross the sky
Legs bulky, bulging at the seam
Trudging thru the badlands
If you are as broken as I know you are
Your comfort is earned when nearer, not far.
(Love Lace #7)
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What happens to me when it’s over?
I know the leaves will orange and crunch in beautiful death
But so far it seems I’m destined to remain like the tree:
Barren and over-chilled.