Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Warrantless

 

Hover around your heart

in a no-flying zone. I want 

to pounce on your soul like

a playful tiger. Wandering in

your wonderland, trespassing 

upon your liberties. You pay

no tariffs upon declining. My 

lips negotiate all the risks and 

my tongue is the subtle weapon 

of submission. The dripping 

ephemeral lasts longer than the 

dying ignominy. We laugh at 

each other’s idiosyncracies 

like children, yet love like we’re 

eternal soulmates. In dying, you

remember these mind trinkets of

lost intimacies and reliving them 

you die twice. 


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