Home.
A homophone, a homophobe;
an adulterous prefecture of pain.

Bathing in vanity.

And the shadows of the sea,
slide smoothly over our feet,
as we regain consciousness
and see

Tomorrow’s dimly lit pomegranate sun.

And another moonlit night,
frigid and lonely,
breaking my heart.

As only, as certainty
picks up the chemical trail
of my insoluble surrender
to your lips.

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