Our Campfire


Whiskey-kissed
lips
cradle each
other,
tending our
flame.

Two wine-stained
mouths
collide, crush
and crumble
within our small
tent.

Rum-poisoned
breath
strangles you,
tainted and
clinging onto this
kiss.

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