I was walking around barefoot by the fire.
Heavy steps for every burnt out liar.
She hides under thin blankets,
The embers light the sky.
She’s sipping malt whiskey,
planning her goodbyes.
Blue eyes.
Goodbyes.
Inhaling grass,
hours pass,
another decade with a buzzzzz.
You can’t get mad at the wasp,
it’s just doing what it does.
The air is thin, I’m tasting skin.
We’re lovemaking just because.
The forest watching, The earth alive.
I remembered this all on a late night drive.
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