vino dolce anima
we kept wild
passions and pain
wrapped them together
all quiet in their escapes
we ran ourselves into
books and nooks
where our minds
went to be mad
with love
and the
hook catches
of our glances
we went for poetry
for the Goddess
for the paint
of self-sabotage
we went
when everything
became a
useless bleeding
up to the point
where we realized
how raw we were
so we began
to build
artifice
resisting
walls
staging
dazzle
drift-netting
rust
memorizing
beats
our hearts
stir untidy
glass waits
smoky quiet
pours linger
our pause
says it all
want some more
another slow sip
another hair flip
my shoulder turns
leg in close
no more maps
needed this evening
we are going
in for dessert
EJR (c)
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