Sunrise

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Beating heart
trembling fingers
voices argue in his head;
he shivers quietly.

Dancing thoughts,
self-indulgence.
No escape
until sunrise.

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Slowly Sip

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I kiss her neck,
turn her cheek
a faint shade of red.

She drinks
to my emotions;
pours another glass.

Past my glossy blue eyes,
she licks her lips;
tastes alcohol on her tongue.

I’ll sit, enamor her buzzed beauty,
until she needs me later
dazed and confused,
in need of a hand to hold home.