Burial Ground


The man

who kissed me last

kissed, as if

I were a

Coffee bean

 

The million kisses

he planted

on my face

as the moon hid

behind grey clouds

in a hurry

have grown

in to a yellow desert

left to the sun

 

Flashes

Moments

Long buried

in a grave

fresh and bleeding

 

 

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