Through a Window

House of Heart

Desire is a stranger through a wine glass.

Eyes burning with the same awareness,

copper and gun metal annihilating

every pretense.

Our Reflections bleed together

filling the space between us.

Quiet and chaos and white

stroke lightning.

Detached hands skim pleasure maps

the distance to paradise cached.

Whispered secrets , deceit, and promises,

footsteps fading in opposite directions.

We know one another too well.

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