you told me
you’d be there
for me
that you’d read
my words
late at
n i g h t
those silky
promises
yet you only
skimmed through
those lines
flapping your
dark godly wings
flying out to more
luscious
v e r s e s
those silky
promises
so exquisitely thin
one can still
inhale the aroma
of cheap cigar
dressed up
in cuban
a t t i r e
those silky
promises
the words
are still there
for your one
and only
reading
pleasure
naked
flowery
dark
and
mourning
just for your
eyes only,
those very silky
promises,
u n d e r
t h e
p a l e
m o o n l i g h t
so happy you could read the mood in this one so well, Secrets. The intention was indeed to have a somewhat “self-aware” sadness transpiring all the way through…no matter how alluring those promised readings (or silky or smokey textures) are… thanks so much Secrets!
There is a sensual sadness to this. Great writing Lanna 👏
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so happy you could read the mood in this one so well, Secrets. The intention was indeed to have a somewhat “self-aware” sadness transpiring all the way through…no matter how alluring those promised readings (or silky or smokey textures) are… thanks so much Secrets!
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