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Writer's pictureVivien Yap

Gasoline



I don’t ask for much

but her legs open;

and suddenly,

I find myself searching for

violent waters.

She has her darkest colours

on her lips;

and suddenly,

there is a fire,

somewhere deep within.

Her teeth in my skin

leaves a name in glowing embers;

and I forget the smoke,

strike a match,

let love in.

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