A warm clear night

I stare at you from afar.
Bruised only slightly.
For a red blooded boy.
From the back
streets of Manchester.

So many kisses
come and gone.
A beauty you make.
From pillars of muck
and putrid waters.
A blood’s intense journey.

Closing my eyes,
plum rain falling.
in the distance.
I vanish to another place
and secret retreat.
A paradise found.

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