Monday 2 March 2015

Love

She waits for the last bus home
In the closest bar
All eyeliner and red lipstick
Skolling water to stay sober
She loves you, and she's scared
Scared you'll leave
Leave her bare
A blank canvas, waiting for forlorn loneliness
Scared, too, of this passion
Intense, all consuming
No room for her doubts
Now
Now she jumps
Into you
Into your victories and your defeats
Wholly into you
She dissolves
While remaining wholly her

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