salt water

1:14 AM

hot tub kisses
short skirt mistress
your lips taste like rain
and it won't stop raining

you are a puddle i drove into 
and i need a car wash

so i will wash myself in the rain,
but not while we are kissing

i will baptize myself with your salt water lips
and you will hand me your sins
i will lay down in you
and we will drown.
so deep that our wounds will look like the moon from here,
and the poets, will look like the sun.

"and when you leave"
i tell him,

"i will cry so much i can taste you."

















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