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Last NightBy Jack K. Lavaughnti QuailBellMagazine.com 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 #Unreal #Poem #Poetry #JackKLavaughnti #LastNight #TheWeeknd Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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