two bodies, colliding as one in a stolen intimacy
a hint of her perfume lingers on his collar
the taste of him fresh upon her lips
but the roses shrivel as the office chair swivels
the illusion is masked by the desk between them
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
