Kiss away my absinthe tears
with a cube of sugar between your teeth
Bitter illusions washed sweetly down,
And captured by a gentle thief.
Paint me a puzzle of melted ice,
laced with borrowed blood in the snow.
Laughable longings held frozen by hope,
Liquid now and poised to flow.
Beat to dust my worthless fears
with a ray of light clenched in your fist.
No longer cowed by the night in your touch,
For by morning I’ve been kissed.
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