corzo anejo

i reminisce about your fingertips
and 6 am tequila shots
suffused with smoke

we drank coffee in your kitchen
the air outside was crystallized
it sprawled languidly over
long dead leaves
with the assurance of a solstice

you’d turned to me at midnight
and we’d bashed our limbs together
until we attained oblivion
tangled and twisted as we were
in sheets of vermilion

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