i stagger back up the hill to my apartment
stance of a soldier stranded
straining for balance
under the weight of your oppressive heat
beats down like sunshine
till my back shoulders and feet
spring and shudder
pins and needles
falling out from under
that bar was a place
i learned to lean on
and now every face i look in
gives me pause
and i don't want to look them
in the eyes acknowledging
the thrill is gone
without the tiny glowing
promise
of your skin one day
revealed under tinted lights
i never am going to hold the rights
or put up the fight
so do i deserve to taste honey wine?
fuck
taste
learn
teach
feel each
of us growing
sublime
once again 8pm is my
bedtime
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