Affairs

Affairs are always magical.
I met your mouth
On top the desk.
Your oven breath
Against my cheek
Enflamed.

Like an ordered sofa
Through the postal service,
There are only so many ways
To put these things together.

You lied,
You proved so weak,
And we were beautiful,
A moment,
We burned enraptured,
Glorious.

You stand graveside,
Remembering oxygen alive,
And it will dazzle, overwhelm,
But never breathe or kiss again.

Affairs are always tragic.
Every story ends
And never well.

- 5/14/26

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