Silk

It’s mostly your face
your lost eyes
and yes, your mouth

pink dance
blue dress
open back

silk draping over my fingers
filling the basket before it spills
into hands full of you…

…so perfectly fucked up

run away
every weekend
chased yourself numb

winter’s almost over
but not even you believe the lie
you call your life

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