it feels like fiction to kiss you — 
maybe it is such all along 
this affliction i've slipped into
beclouds my sense of right and wrong

you're quite the insufferable man
while i've got dirty laundry, too 
we hum an unutterable plan —
i guess, it's just a moan to you

'tween the cracks of a morning sky,
curtains pulled back, purple and gloom
a mystic herb that hurls one high

i kiss bye your laugh lines, your fume, 
i cough, and choke; you wet my eyes,
leaving poppy seeds in my room.
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