Aching sinuses put you to sleep,
But you’re out with the boys
Ten feet deep,
Admiring sparkling dice
Against a backdrop
Of bronze.

But here you are in my arms,
Promising me the world.
Sugar coated bells alarm
Silently in my head.
Consciously, I put them
To bed.

Twenty dots less, body behaves,
Squeezing your shoulders.
Immersed in aftershaves,
Tight against your neck,
Interlocking fingers, leaning into
Your chest.

Sharking me with closed eyes,
Trying to attain patience
And trust from disfigured lies.
Breathing your skin
Next to mine.

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