Desire

Desire is not transparent glass

We wake not to the blue breeze

But to the steel kiss

Of lips coated with champagne poison

Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men

Could one thing always remain a secret?

That some may haunt her smile and leave her broken

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