He's got pastel hair and an empty glare
A void to fill
With words
That make you stand still
From torches that flare
Along a midsummer breeze
The warmth of a lover
Your mind goes ill
Your emotions freeze
His hands hover
Your skin so bare
Against lips of dew
And a tender touch
It rests a few
But not too much
And you sit there
As wave past wave
Crash on the shore
Your hand in his
Your heart a slave
From your tips to your core.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Cigarettes
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