It’s fluttering breaths
And a pounding heart
Bronze coil tightening
Around soft skin

The shifting of warmth
Amongst newfound lovers
In the tangle of sheets
On a tiring dawn

The ideal of roses
And the glass full of hearts
Fall prey to the harsh reality
Of a star filled night.

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