soul solstice
tasted your cinnamon skin
and your nicotine teeth
like honey baby
your tongue was
stickyslipperysweet
you smell like cheap beer
and taste like
bad decisions
another warm friday afternoon
drunk again
on almost summer
(c.z.)
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