I fall in love with them
every time we share an ice
a smoke
a crazy midnight ride;
dance under smoky magenta strobes
a newborn's rapture on their faces;
travel, insulated from strangers
the two of us our only allies.
I fall in love, briefly
they're mine, my men
and I theirs
in small pieces.
3 comments:
hey monica , the very word " in small pieces " and the way its used here makes this whole note aesthetically pleasing .
i dont know whether i can get u really in this note , but am sure u do appreciate the creator and his/her creation ....and this is wht i like in this note .
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