The tobacco on your breath
mixes with the passion furiously
flooding the tiny icebox that is my room.
Violet stained lavenders cling to us
desperately as Time melts into
a paused sort of paste.
Both of us have been
parched before, just never
like this. And who would have thought
that a single
drop of love had
the power to quench
such a thirst?
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