THEY LIVE BY NIGHT
By Warren Longmire

I once ate whole throatfuls of ice cream
and you are the closest
I've come to a sunset since.
This is a cold place, sure sweetie and
countertops back when weren't always slate-covered but
This is some kismet kind of velvet sheet we are wrapped in and
I see red lights worth running every time you breathe yes.
There's a boutique of green in our pockets.
No nightstick can stand to that slick little bop in your stride.
I still remember jumping into water like glass.
Close your lids and I swear I fade night right along with you so yes baby.
Anything this dark must be chocolate.
I'll turn at the next right and tell me what key to lock into place.
There is no one living like this in the county.
Let's point this story towards anything that makes you say I do.

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