today is sunday
my dear
the christian sabbath
we shouldn’t sully this up with love
let us grudge fuck like former baptists
as our better judgment
watches in horror amidst rumpled clothing
on the motel floor
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aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
2 replies on “her eyes are the color of burning drapes in hell”
What a talent you have for unnerving me in the best possible ways.
My pleasure, sir.