SOL: Mistress

I want to hold her.
Grab her by the wrists as she
Steps from the shower covered in
Morning dew, even flowers
Turn their heads towards her
Laughter, I would give her the sunrise.
Electric smooth peach fuzz, cherry coloured
Lips part and I am dazzled again.
I want her always.
I want it to hurt.
I wonder vaguely if the pain of her
Leaving will sink in slowly or
All at once.



All at once.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “At Sunrise. On The Roof.”

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