the night is starlessMature

The night is starless and humid
and your clothing is a peeling layer
of your honey skin and you glow
like a miniature sun

We swam out into the dark water
and let the minnows nip at our ankles,
you wore the night better than your clothes
and I won’t forget

The moonlight tumbled through the trees
like smoke from your cigarette, the imprint
of your lipstick staining the filter a bruised plum,
my heart like kindling for the fire

The End

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