I Cried Maroon Tears

I cried Maroon Tears

to the old ones,

they cupped

hands and drank

my sorrow.

Maroon Tears came from

between your legs

and I reached

down touching my face

with the warpaint of

Hotel Sex,

not having to clean

the sheets

drops the pretense

of using a condom or putting

a towel down or staying in

the shower so we can

make warm red water

on off white porcelain.

We made room

46B a bloodbath of

momentary love.

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