undress my heart
i clumsily laid here beside
your vagabond ghost,
clearly visible in the
makeshift moonlight
illuminated by an
angel's halo at
nightfall as the
darkening clouds
rewrote vignettes
with the frostbitten words
your cold banshee lips
surrounded me in
my waking reverie
and as the east monsoon
howled your name
that tasted forbidden
inside my temptress mouth,
i couldn't see past
the katana skin
that you filled
within my veins
as you undressed
my heart,
slowly, hesitantly,
like it was a teenage
overmedicated romance
but we were too old for this.
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