Memories in sips

The invitation of

Lightly parted lips

The way you curl

Into me,

Resting on my chest

And those little things

Come to me as gifts,

Through the day,

Reminders of

A rough and tender


I miss the chance

To be selfish with you

To slake my thirst

To dig my fingers into

Your skin and hold you

Down with all the desire

Within me

Remembering things we’ve

Done alongside the

Promise of things to come

And they dull the sting

Of busywork


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