stevencudahy, 
we invented an infrastructure of death
over a humid afternoon
passing cigarettes back and fortha little old for innocence
but not quite comfortable yet
with how our bodies wantedplanning to erase ourselves
backs against a crooked headstone
inscription worn alien by existencewhen what we wanted was warmth
skin to skin and salt yearning
and moments of forgetting
ourselves, buried in each other#Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt #vss365Today prompt - 22nd October - tomb.
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