326.

She rolled across the
bed, redolent with pleasure,
glowing from within.

325.

Standing on the edge
of choice feels too much like a
lie's sweet seduction.

324.

And so the magic
lure of romance dissipates
with the shine of dawn.

323.

I watch the slow press
and murmur of their passion.
A silent voyeur.

322.

The night wore such a
sad indigo cover this
morning. Foreshadow.

321.

You speak in belief
that I've intoxicated you
but that path leads to

no seduction. For
I know all too well of how
drunks can't be trusted.

320.

No one bleeds out words,
despite how prettily the
tragedy is cast.