The sun rose with your name dripping from her lips this morning every inch of myself itched with the burning imprint of your fingertips. and with every moment your teeth scraped my hips. My cries were a symphony that clashed with symbols of my satisfaction. Our mumbled blessings cursed with the morning light. Our memories washed by the whiskey of the previous night. in this haze I canβt think Of the difference between wrong and right. 4:00 am has never shone so bright. and you and I arenβt bound for life. I doubt weβre even bound for tonight. But she and I and I and you have stuck through tougher things, with bound hands and stick like glue. but if you lose yourself. I will find you, underneath a blood moon.