There was a kiss on my cheek

There was a kiss on my cheek

And we held each others blue hands till the sun fell down around 6 pm in New York
Where birds play cops & robbers with bread crumbs and orange peels.
She gazed through my looking glasses and shot the black out of my eyes with a
Whiteout stare like bleach glazing on bathroom tiles and she didnt shoot rounds of
Love into my eyes but solicitous 9mm slugs wrapped in epitaphs like the ones on graves I walked you through when you finding out if your mom was your mom or if assault with a deadly phallus was the diagnosis for a forlorn woman whos child sat crying herself to sleep in my warm arms.
The little white dove in my chest was trying to get out but I wouldnt let it
Because I wasnt ready to help.

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[Hedra Helix]

Whoooo! Bestest flow I've come across (hands down) in awhile on here;) I love this type of writing when cared for and crafted;) And you did this super beautifully. awesome.