Sunset Motel
Rosemary does a lady proud.
If not for the faint aroma,
as nicotine and soft music
deliver a quiet invitation.
Her heart opens with the
door and allows a feeling
to grow,
a candle to be lit.
With the draw of the night,
a closing door,
she sets fire to
her insides.
The hint of desire is washed away.
Eclectic heartbreaks, but then,
maybe just daring lust
has paved such a road.
Beneath this roof is a world,
used to recreate-
a feeling found only
in dreams before.
Copyright © Luke Gallagher | Year Posted 2018
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