September lust
in the absence of love i’ll search for some semblance of a photo of us in September lust i think you kissed me first but I treated you worst i recollect your diction dizzied me you watched me like i was your dystopian southern cinema drew out the line, I’ll be your bittersweet ephemera in my head, better off dead but in the absence of light i’ll rage into the empty night place it on your tongue let it melt the fright when we bent the night i could conjure any color light we are hateful facsimiles staggering towards any color light