under a hundred sunsets

under a hundred sunsets

A Poem by winter;lyra

we did this on a sunday
we dreamt of this place
a beach at the abstract planet
banked by godspilt blood
we went and fenced the sand
honed it ours...

i wore black
you wore purple
i said hold, you undressed
-then we had sex
(on the beach)
under a hundred sunsets
you let it sink in (you always do)

you let it reel in
you couldn't blame me
you sought the feeling
and i provided

this you know,
that we signed the suspicious book,
with our names in red
here sold, what we had left
and then fed, on the surplus?

is it a sentence? or just a coincidence?

© 2017 winter;lyra


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