he said, drawing me closer.
For what? I asked.
yellow specks were running through
his irises, colliding with a splash
the exact same colour of a cigarette
packet my mum used to buy.
just ask, he said, if you want to kiss me.
and I could taste the smile on his
lips as though he was born
out of the sunset
and the grey-blue sky.
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