Wet Spot
You're gone
I like to think your soul wears an aurora
like a starlet dons full length mink
sashaying across the galaxy
just like when you were living
so dazzling-right in front of me
flashing that pink pearl between two fangs
knowing that kissing it would surely mean my death.
I'm still waiting for a sign from the other side,
that wet spot in my dream...could that be you?
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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