poetry of jesse wiles

morning after

She smiled and squinted Had her lips hinted? I should've asked. The world was beige-tinted.

Given to passion And thought without ration I should've asked. I forgot the question.

If life were a test How great my failure. If life were a rolling sea I, a green-faced sailor.

The warnings all missed Soft bliss in surrender The kissed, the offender Cursed to remember Cursed to remember

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