Her whispered love
is like dynamite.
Hair-flip, nonchalant,
shoulder-dip-shrug,
echoes in the night,
like a foggy church bell,
forged from apathy,
coyness, and broken
black light.
Cobblestone-click,
midnight bliss,
the pall of darkness
weighs little
compared
to the sea of venom
in her
midnight kiss.
© CG Tenpenny, 2022.
Art generated by AI.
Wonderful poem!
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