you sit across from me in the dusty rv.
you smell of tangerines and rum,
radiating off your skin
and through your soft words.
i lay my legs on your lap
and you whisper
"you're beautiful"
while the alcohol slurs the syllables
together.
i look at you
and smile,
thinking
"you're beautiful too"
while i sit there
and smile back.

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darkest dreams
Poetrya compilation of dreams and memories, painted black and scribbled onto a page