Souvenir

Dusk breaks into my chalice of sentiments

Rusty bathroom leaks my longing

Out of the showerhead

Which hurts with a singular headache

Too high number of phthalates in the shower curtain

Or maybe it's the weather

Strange feeling of déjà vu slaps my cheeks

With a discounted pleasure of a mistress on the run

Lame fidelity and scrambled feelings

Hold hands with your absence

In vino veritas in kava vita

The red dew of wine

Glistens on your upper lip

Coffee grain I'll grind together

for our breakfast in bed

Lower me to your face

Lick the leak

I need a bath in the ice bucket

To cool down the heated thoughts

Swarming in my mind

Busy

Like a finger of God

Waving to procreate and punishing me

By allowing me to stay in Paradise

I'd like to opt out

And move to Hell

So don't crash my hopes and have a nice view

Memento Mori

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