That starry moment
when she slid a menthol out
to the marylebone
balcony & did
brighten her face all cheeks
& golden glory—
leaning carefully
angled the edge of rusted
green-peelin iron
to inhale exhale
an exact amount of smoke
accenting the scene
for her beauty that
brought me to look & softly
weep my sadly smile
of unusual lust—
her decorated lashes
clear light pollution
so’s not to cloud sweet
jaw outstanding above the
beeping horn traffic;
infatuated,
I thought nothing more perfect
: the only reason
why I woke up on
the twenty-ninth of april,
her for her just her.
when she slid a menthol out
to the marylebone
balcony & did
brighten her face all cheeks
& golden glory—
leaning carefully
angled the edge of rusted
green-peelin iron
to inhale exhale
an exact amount of smoke
accenting the scene
for her beauty that
brought me to look & softly
weep my sadly smile
of unusual lust—
her decorated lashes
clear light pollution
so’s not to cloud sweet
jaw outstanding above the
beeping horn traffic;
infatuated,
I thought nothing more perfect
: the only reason
why I woke up on
the twenty-ninth of april,
her for her just her.
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