impasse

drinking a night’s naivety
down my throat,

my tongue seared at your lips,

in a ploy of breaths,
of tastes exchanged
in a whiskey-gulp.

i bundled my skin together
at a kiss’s knotted-end,

i let my head fall down
the vacuum of your voice.

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© Anmol Arora

For dVerse Quadrille #73
Image source (Dean Rossiter Abstract Painting – “Final Fatal Kiss” – abstract painting)

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