AROUSE in Five WORDS, Part 7 (no links, pics, gifs, or arguments!)

orange light and city streets
every busy corner is private
our fingers leave magic ink
lips can drag without trace
only the morning has memory
 
you know what it means,
name at the front desk,
the balcony left wide open,
fucking through the nightly news.

you’re the only thing left.

on my mouth before leaving,
on my mind even after,
sitting through the day, thumbing
my pocket for your buzz.
 
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