Liquid Nights

Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.

Everything I Never Told You

Liquid nights where they arranged
to meet and got drunk on wine
that made her blush and him

She wanted to be seduced
He wanted to play master.

Those were the years they fell
in love, and bodies and tongues
touched, and they neglected
the garden and the blossoming

Now they sit by roses, but with
a different view. no longer under
the spell of Keats or moonlit
paths to sweet oblivion.

Now she only imagine his
burnt branding touch.
And he only remembers her
sting. the pull of disaster
desired, then spent.

-Tosha Michelle

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