Black Rose Eyes

you didn’t even feel me touch you
last week when there was no sky
I finished a cigarette
then fucked your empty eyes
as beautiful as black roses
quietly I unbottoned your blouse
without a sound you smiled
and laughed as you finshed
your Walker red
before the ice melted
you left and I never saw you again
and I sat back at the table and forgot
how welcoming your black rose eyes really were

Black Rose Eyes

Jonathan Acosta-Rubio

New Orleans, United States

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