Burn

I feel fine for right now

under this red-tinged half a moon

waiting to go have a drink

but I’ve got a sense of foreordaining

and its creep-seeping into my body

slow dancing within my blood

and teasing my brain matter

a troublesome nag of desire

haunting my step some nights

a few more than I’d like to admit

so that feeling fine turns to memory

and longing is the air I come to breathe

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