AMERICANO PIE

I fell in love with

Mornings

When you robbed me of my

Sleep

And I dreamt about

Salvation

When you wrapped me in your

Skin,

 

Traced faceless joy

Over the crumpled innocence of

Our bed sheets

And soared high

On the drugged scent of roses

On your pursed lips,

 

Tried to wash the

Guilt

Off with the salty tears

Of the night’s flushed frenzy

Before watching you drown

My taste from your gums

With bitter coffee

As you flirted with the sun,

 

But I fell in love with

Tartness

Once sweetness had taken its toll

And I made you a freshly brewed mocha

When I fell in love

With your soul.

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