i held her in my arms
tragic eyes beneath black bangs
makeup all over my pillow case
i may never do laundry again
what is love?
if not this moment
i’m inside her
and she let me
and everything else doesn’t
matter
for the moment
this moment
dark eyes beneath tragic bangs
like the pale skies of blue
poetry
the rain laughing in puddles
outside
there is no reason to hide
but the shades are drawn in a
dark room
puddles scattered by spinning
tires
but i know nothing but her
breath
her naked form glistening under
mine
foreplay had been a life time
of suffering
till tragic eyes trapped me
planted their flag on the peak
of my heart
nameless faces finding company
and comfort from her hand
behind my head
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