8th Street

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a small mouth and knowing eyes

as the bus passes down streets

we can’t seem to let go of

smooth skin and

beer cans held by fingers in fingerless gloves

along with shared memories of

events that never occurred

oh, these

drunken kisses where kisses should be amidst

nights that never end

and beds that know our scent

that know our words

as

they

leave our lips and hang in the air

above our heads

like those clouds that bring the rain

we seek so desperately so

they may wash away our shame

of being stuck here the

same as

everyone

else

A Journal for Damned Lovers Volumes 1 & 2 on Amazon.co.uk

A Journal for Damned Lovers Volumes 1 & 2 on Amazon.com

8 replies »

  1. I do love lines that begin with “oh”. It has a dreamy quality and I imagine the writer closing their eyes…

    but this…

    “…they may wash away our shame

    of being stuck here the

    same as

    everyone

    else.”

    Oh, how ashamed I feel at times. X

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