Day 20: lost in space
cigarettes under starlight

you, me, and our bad habits
create an air of mystery
    i float halfway to saturn before
you loop a finger
  in the strap of my mary jane
and guide me back to hover
  five inches above the ice melt
    
 my lips are a fancy chocolate
    and your mouth makes a polite pillow 
 by the time my toes touch the ground
   i’ve melted, melted
title is a prompt from one of my faves, Alyssa (behindherteeth on IG)
cigarettes under starlight

you, me, and our bad habits
create an air of mystery
i float halfway to saturn before
you loop a finger
in the strap of my mary jane
and guide me back to hover
five inches above the ice melt

my lips are a fancy chocolate
and your mouth makes a polite pillow
by the time my toes touch the ground
i’ve melted, melted
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