“Kisses on the Hunt”

25 Aug

“Kisses on the Hunt”

An addiction is a cure.

A craving: a promise.

Make me a home and safe.

and ponds for our love, dovetails

an easy exchange of medals

but your glory grew dusty

your prehistoric wings disused

who’ll need to regret

for people like me

for people like you

are comfortable with no one

it’s risen and raised beds

after diamond ring and bells do ring

under chandelier and champagne

the dull attitudes

shifting to a deeper boredom

one light is all I ask of you

in the bone-dry mountains

fed by an inward stream.

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