Fingertips are as close
as we get,
Tips of tongues
words for you they form
up in smoke I let them leave.

Thoughts overpower,
Now crashing come castles
you didn’t know you built
up in smoke now
let the wind take heart.

I’ve scared
a distaste I’ve served
a specialty
decadent on a silver platter
of rimless passion.

Remembering your waves
breaking unsaid promises
breaking before you do,
Looking forward to you
is toxic
your poison.

Fireworks
overwhelmingly stricken
with beauty
once close you burn
your distaste it lingers,
Foolish of me
I let it
foolish of me
I savored.

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