you've only really been looking for that one night.
the one where instead of cold water on your head,
warm hands pour down your neck.
soft words on your ears and lips
easy thinking
speaking
showing
you'd meet eyes
with your new opponent,
your partner in crimes
who tears out your guts
while singing your praises
who tears out your guts
and stitches up the wound with her eyelashes.
then you (you and her) would light your ears with the same song,
and realize you've both felt the same pulse burn up the air in your chest.
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