writing

Electric tempt

As you light the forest ablaze

To witness my fall

You say my name in italics

I wear your fingertips on my hips

Your lips

Whispered electric tempt

A poorly fabricated lie

Your eyes keep taking off what I’m wearing

Disposable friends

Reading the freckles on your chest like Braille

Trying to find love

Where it doesn’t exist

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