Maraschino Cherry Man
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The curve of your lashes
Lid your eyes
They twinkle
As you wink and smile
I smell your scent
Sweet human nectar
Dizzying
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Can you smell me, too?
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An image comes
Of sucking the residue
Of maraschino cherries and whiskey
Off your mouth
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Bodies warm
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Your thoughts ride
The champagne bubbles
From my glass
To my mouth
But we both know better
Dark pigment
Eyes a colour not true
And yet true
It matches you
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I see your mind
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Lacing fingers
Hands together
Your palm rough
Nails short and unmanicured
Does it matter who we are
When we are just people?
Ordinary
Imperfect
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Your fingers in my aura
Bracing my seat
Touching me
By extension
Feeling the imprint of
Your
My
Our desire
Together
Seeking
To make a bad decision
And live out the consequences
Or to just sit here
And think about it
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No pleasure for want
Of not crossing the line
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Who would we be
If all bets were off?
No commitments to speak of
Or eyes watching ...
I find you in my space
And that may manifest
All the same
Regardless
February 2018
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