Shadows of his fingertips
cast so deeply;
the plunge is smooth and silky,
pearls of iridescent glow.
deeply inhale his sour smokey notes
and scream
over,
and over
over,
again…
it’s deafening but he will not hear
he gets lost in her purple,
the Velvet of his Illusion.
the way he feels her is with his cheek;
face yearning for flesh,
his tear
fell
down…
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