All red lipstick and lovemaking.
This time it was subtle
like a ghost in a fog
The first,
like fire from the sky,
raining down.
There were moments in the middle.
Soft and languid afternoons
playing lost and found
until our world
had to say goodbye
I remember the sweet syrup.
The taste of the dream
as it clung to my tongue.
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