Lana Bella

Words best left unkissed on a dry martini   words best left unkissed on a dry martini, still, I will unlock my door’s latch for the woman who hid behind the Chanel red rouge, and whose lips chiseled my grief on her desert-scorched crescendos,

Love as it always was He hears my words in a dream. Distantly. Free of rigid lines, unraveled from ill-defined knots.