An Afternoon Affair
Four carefree hours spent
sucking on a strangers lips.
Covered eyes traveled elsewhere,
to a memory, to a nightmare.
But in this bitter nightmare she dwelled,
picking pictures from that past affair.
Arms caressed and bound one another,
and claimed the other as their lover.
Love it was, and will always be.
Eyes flick open.
It wasn't him.




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