We laugh and stumble
Through crowded streets,
Your eyes on the lights
And mine on you.
A soft, sweet kiss
From rum-stained lips;
The pulse of the city
Flowing through neon veins.
Intoxicated by the music,
My love,
Maybe even
The double *** and coke.
Cracking jokes in an
Eggshell shower; spilling
Our future on to the floor
For the universe to take note.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
We laugh and stumble
Through crowded streets,
Your eyes on the lights
And mine on you.
A soft, sweet kiss
From rum-stained lips;
The pulse of the city
Flowing through neon veins.
Intoxicated by the music,
My love,
Maybe even
The double *** and coke.
Cracking jokes in an
Eggshell shower; spilling
Our future on to the floor
For the universe to take note.
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