Summer nights
Bonfires and red cups
Wicked games in motion
Your eyes on mine
The past is between us
The heat of your gaze, a reminder
Of want, of need
Of ills borne
We’re several feet apart
Churning emotions
Holding hands we do not belong to
You don’t want me anymore
He calls me pretty
I do not mind
If only to see you
To remind you that maybe you still want me
Even when we’re apart
You’ll find me…around the perimeters of your presence
In the corners of your eyes
In the mark upon your skin
Love, E
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