december 32. (poetry).

pretendlet’s pretend
curling pink lips
between the dark spaces
of the sleepless night,
a humming.
clothed with your dress,
my sweater over your head.
itching fingers —
parallel —
graze the skin of the other;
blood and fireworks.
don’t sleep
while the moon is out
or you will be forbidden
to the fiction you’re part of.
january will come.
let’s pretend
it’s 32nd.
let’s pretend
nothing’s new.
let’s pretend
we still are.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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