She came back to me
writ in wet red script
a hard asphalt's signature
some hidden pitfall
in the midnight tall trees
she disappeared dancing
waxing a merlot smile
partly naked
laughing at the spinning stars
blood found her
in that moment when she let go
when she thought herself happy
blood found her
as it always did.
TA
. The Poet's Beat .
Friday, April 7, 2023
The Last Taste of Our Tragic Love
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