full moon hidden by unseasonsal January haze

full moon, we shall have no w o r d s

tonight, all inhibitions obfuscated by your
veiled threats of rain

don’t brush them off

keep certain eyes off long legs clicking on heels down the cracked city
sidewalk, look past
all these unforgivable glances
between us shadowy figures swapping sips behind the
loading dock, us strangers
stretching by a brick wall
new hands tingling under a cloak of
hazed obscurity

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