I taste your lips on mine, months later and you’re still tangible.
Everything of how you touched me with and without touching, the size, the motion.
I remember it all it’s not a distant memory, it’s always the last thing I think about at night.
Those nights are what I want to relive every night, but you’re gone.
No longer here, and the faint scents that are you, I crave of when I sense it drifting in the air.
Rub my tongue on the palette of my mouth enough and I feel you, your kiss.
Skin to skin, thigh to thigh, eye to eye- I wish I could sometimes for just a moment.
But this is just today, soon I’ll leave you behind like you left me, discarded and forgotten.
Been thinking about how one feels when a loved one goes (dies, excommunicated or amicable end of relationship and just a sore missing moment), a small attempt of something. I’ll be back at it later.