fingertips fumble at the back of my neck
until the necklace drops onto the ground,
arms wrap around my waist
and i relax into your body, melting.
sipping vodka out the bottle
and stumbling around the bedroom
trying to dance to my new favorite song
that i tend to sing on the drive home.
sloppy kisses and love bites
fingerprints chiseled
into places you needed to feel;
promise you'll give me something to remember
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Puisia collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
