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Shades of Man

Exhibit 1: The Burgundy Hour

Welcome to the Burgundy Hour

The time and space where love and desire blurs

When shame and guilt come in second

Where passion and broken hearts are currency

Flesh burns with hunger

Heaven is just a downtown drive

Velvet shirts clings to skin like sin

Peppered with tiny holes

Like bullet wounds to the heart

Night smells like old perfume spilled

Lungs filled with cigarette smoke

And blinding scarlet mist

Intoxicating rum, cedar and regret

In alleyways, backdoor restrooms

Inside fleshy mounds of skin and heat

Strangers feels like lovers

Bruises hidden in sad neon lights

Cheap wines and expensive hobbies

In the burgundy hour,

Broken hearts, longing and grief - comes in excess

Beware of the Burgundy Hour - it consumes and consumes

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burgundy hour 2

your lips slips in between my thighs

in the space only found in pleasure and shame

its sticky and sweet. like honey in velvet sheets

your lips felt like clouds.

clouds filled with storm, electric, salty

teeth cutting throuh delicate skin

lost in the haze of the burgundy hour

under the frantic pulses of lost hearts

in between moans and lustful grips

we are found in the shame of the burgundy hour

bodies thirsty with heat. beyond fever

limbs tangled loosely, heart frayed by the edges

stitched with hunger, not obsession

longing for the burgundy hour to end

for love becomes sweat, messy and gritty

in that scarlet tinged, fever dream hour

i opened your mouth with my lips

with tremendous force like waves

slamming on the ocean rocks

im heady, screaming surrender

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burgundy hour 1

this is the burgundy hour

where you look for love

in neon lights of the bars

in bathroom full of lonely people

tinged with heady, screaming scarlet of poison

where you find love

in alleyways for a kiss or a fuck

in strangers bed at 1:17 am

drunk, sweaty and frantic

between silk sheets and half lit cigarettes

in hues of maroon and spilled wine on chests

in bodies buzzing with hunger mistaken for love

in the hands of strangers in dark rooms

kisses on the mouth, bruises in the skin

covered with dizzying shades of blood

this is the burgundy hour

under the lights of the city

where hearts and bodies are broken

beats matches the pain of desperation

misery and beauty blurs

where love is pain and pain is a weapon

sticky, sweet, salty skins merges

in dangerous dances in grimy streets

pain and love and misery all in desperate beauty

all under the burgundy hour