pillow talk

swallowed memories
day by day – crusted at
night in the folds of
ancient smiles

tears belie loves lost
with heart’s purging
‘tween leaking eyes
and runny noses

rising suns tease
a half-baked prayer
for tonight’s fire; glowing
upon laced fingers

night comes nigh
a flickering embrace
‘front a warm fire
nor restful place

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