Tuesday morning

He said

Red balloon or a blue one

Yellow gold I want his lips

On my back now

The radio on and the walls turn

Into something dark

Just in time

Then his hand reaches

The radio repeats

What for what for?

Does he ache for my heart?

Water fills the floor

Blue violet cords between us blossom

He said lay down

I ache for love and games

So I did.

 

 

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