Last Night
By Jack K. Lavaughnti
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I close my eyes and
the blue and red spots
morph into a grip tighter
than any drug addiction
I dream of a singer with a large mane,
who paints bedrooms with the dark hues
of his melodic moans
His opiate eyes draw me downtown
and his soul casts a shadow
over the black bedsheets and mahogany,
all shrouded under clouds of diesel-scented smoke
My bare skin feels the cold kisses
from his leather and tresses
and tingles from his soft caresses
His lyrics linger in my hair
and his vocal cords vibrate
on my neck, like wicked bass lines
as he whispers, “You’re mine’s”
But the emptiness in his icy voice
shatters my heart as he adds,
“Only on Thursdays”
I open my eyes and
the bright colors of reality
depress me as I wish
to sleep forever with
dreams of him
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