A Friendly Sin

by Jan Mikko C. Canarias

Your lips dropped to my cheeks and gaze through it,
then you run your arms around my chest
and your body towards me,
you captured me with one last breath,
that dawn before the sky grew a sun on it,
I found my heart
dead beside your head.

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