Unkempt Love

by Joseph McCombs

we drove into red morning,
eroded the last glimpse of dusk

and an unkempt love
seemed like salvation
to these burdened spirits
who would fly, and share
unbridled glory

with a kiss upon strained lips
to break us into the night,
in slight faint sway
we would fade away
we would dance
and lose the music, the rain,
the drag
and whisper simple words

yours, the first eyes
I see in the morning

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