under a hundred sunsetsA 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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