A Moonlit Kiss in The West End

I remember you,

six foot something sunset,

who ran away from the circus.

Waiting in a Chinatown alley,

to entice me to the dark, with candy clouds.

Your name melted on my tongue,

sensual, sugary syllables,

dancing down my throat,

and back out.

I spelled it out in sighs, drinking in the sights.

My heart,

in your eyes,

claimed and captured.

My hands, branded and glued,

to the saccharine sensation of belonging to you.

I could see the moon,

the stars drew near,

but you banished the night,

until the sky was nothing more,

than pretty lights for me to spy.

I forgot how to breathe,

pressing my lips to yours,

stealing your air,

and tasting your intentions,

sweeter and more addictive than your name.

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