Mere Minutes
in full coat of red
he postures
shakin'
his feathers
in full view
there's an air about the evening
moon braising the horizon
eyes burning with lust
he listen closely to the wind
hoping to happen upon
a hint of her cure
care
curdling into the cuddle
of command
full attention
not wanting to fall
no love would ever last
but he lasts
he slits his wrist
and longs
she licks
the bubbles
filling up his wound
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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