to all my old red lipped lovers
we were on the offensive.
the barbarians receded
as we placed our pistols against inhuman chests
filled with oil
and shot black
back into the escaping night
where they placed their lack.
oh now we would say
it was just love
now we would be paralyzed
with embarrassment
at those old stories
graphed to the curve of the past
like some lost cartography
yellowed away even from the past.
sometimes we were cowards
even with ammo locked in pepperbox
but i miss you too
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