Strange Fruit

 

in-bed

Last night we ran a marathon
Bursting flames in these pressed sheets
And slowly
Tears fell in a drop of your ocean
Timeless climax
Shifting winds

Sizzling temptations
It was all written on my pomegranate

©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

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