It's 2am
A Poppy Challenge
It's two am and I am breathing fire,
Sitting on coals, waiting to ignite,
Your name drips from wet lips- desire,
In sizzling repose, a dreamless fight.
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It's two am as clouds come to call,
A banking of heat in this endless night,
A yearning to touch bubbling aerosol,
A headless need- catching alight.
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It's two am and I am darkness alone,
With cherry-soaked memories, I languish
A labyrinth of homebrewed mortar and stone,
Flames flicker in shadowing anguish.
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It’s two am and I am breathing in heat,
On slicked satin sheets I quiver,
It’s two am and I’m begging- entreat,
Down the smoky, molten hot river.
About the Creator
Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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