for roses & cigarettes

for roses & cigarettes 
i dreamt about your bed 
or mine it wasn’t clear 
just that once (or twice) 
do you remember that weekend? 
the one where the past was forgotten 
when we went over that cliff and 
we unravelled into each other 
or do you remember this weekend? 
the one where we drenched ourselves in rays, 
our feet in the ocean… 
connecting us to the rest of the world 
and each other 
this is where we are, 
    we be, 
            we see 
we make love

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