Would it be so hardTo see your own beautyLioness roaring underThe glow of a scarlet sunsetPurple

her voice in my throatmy cheek on her neckI crave the socket of those generous years

tv static and sweat at midnightspoiled blueberry wine on your lipsand cigarette ash in your bedsheetsyou

[Don’t you remember, you promised to haunt?] I decide to go to you, in the afterlife,

call me invisible    sexless    ancient   quaint    cute     irrelevant    throwback   basic