Fight Through Our Sex

June 25, 2017

His hands are cold strings of light

Mesmerized eyes with dark ash at sunrise

Kisses that take more than give

Mixed with a man's after shave and swear

Warm underneath dearly painted lies

There are patterns on her breath

Heavy means good just not enough

None means everything with more

The cotton mixes with us deadly hate

Power and hunger mixed with gentle light

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