Non-Erotic PoetryCovet the NightSundown made the sky bleed
onto the sand stone. We drank Chianti
from each others mouths, igniting
redder and hotter than Moab at night.
Though this very morning ash smolders,
with its wispy smoke lingering
like lust and I still say you led me on.
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