Dreamy eyed darlings
who daze, and delight.
Chin up sweetie, this
won't hurt a bit. Expect
when it's all lit. Propane kiss,
yet something's left amiss.
Black and blue he punches
you. My dark haired honey,
you're ordinarily beautiful.
I just want to grab you, hard.
Floating, bodies in flight.
The curve of your spine
as you arch yourself upward.
Looking to see the starlings
brush against a magenta sky.
The clouds rain glitter, and
we all laugh at the colour.
Laten content and stuttering
streams of consciousness.
Silently, we stumble, sit,
stand, saunter, salute... sign.
This is way the feather drops;
not on the wind but in the
breeze. A paper kiss.
Keys in a balled up hand,
the hope of new land.
Why does it happen like this?
Not with a bang but with a kiss.
Dewy eyed darlings
who destroy, and devastate.
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