wine-laced breaths falling to the turf with the mist
snails' pace
everyone's asleep
but he buys his slumber from starbucks now
and i keep him company on the eighteenth green
with inside jokes
and high school gossip
and booze stolen from parents
and drawn-out hugs that melt into hurried kisses seasoned with guilty tears
and as purpling bruises give way to creamy skin,
[miles of ivory and peach]
his eyes replace the sinking sun i never missed
and set the grass on fire
as he drives me home
[repeat as needed]
i'll probably write more!
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