The Blackout Lovers

He only showed up when the lights died… by the time morning rolled around, it was as if he had never even existed.

The Daily Wanderluster

Standing on the brink of darkness,

perpetually poised.

A cigar hanging from his fingers,

boys will be boys.

That’s what they always say right?

Douse the lights, fingers entwined.

Falling from a height…

Can I call you mine?

Or is it too early for that?

Blackout Lover

Hidden behind a veil of cigar smoke,

putting your fingers around my neck.

Will I choke?

Or is this pain a passion, Blackout Lover…?

Why do you only show up when it gets dark?

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