SILK AND DELIVANCE

rain hisses on the hot breath of ashphalt

collects on my smooth tanned arms

LORI written on my wrist darkens

the red heart over the "i" turns a bright crimson

the trees are singing with each new gulp

the lawns dancing with every thirsty drop

last night i dreamt of you

naked in my ams in those clean sheets

and neon room

your scars were vived blemishs on your

white opal flesh

speaking pain your eyes wept with ache

and hurt

we dove beneath the cover of addiction

waves of it crashing into us

knocking down the agonies

drowning us in bitter defeats

somewhere in the no mans land of broken

submissions we found each other again

fresh and new

the party of nights

of origings

and old beginnings

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