late-night light bus smell,
if you know it.
all things sharpened at their harshest features,
the air of reluctance is faint, but ever present.

a taste like velvet,
feels like a big ******* hole.
you'd know it if you saw it,
and likely fail to mention how deep rooted your involvement.

standing in a crowd,
i vowed i'd never make a sound.
you bit my tongue so hard i swore i'd never think again,
we played our parts so well it seemed we'd ever-want for nothing.

when you wake up from a dream, forgetful-
as the day wears on it tugs and pulls.
deepest sleep seems ever-lustful,
i knew it but i never told.