in your bed i wore only humid summer air.
burning hot potato tossed on august's floor,
now broken skin exposed, heat evaporates.
cool, the incoming autumn - your feelings.
days of lust, our naked bodies dripping wet
live in my heart's wasteland with the others
who never gave their heart, but took my skin.
ravished me until breath chanted their name,
only to revoke my lungs and stop my heart.
~Thursday, September 5, 2013
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