KISSES

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i used to crave the blues
in your calloused palms,
because they would always
matched the whites in mine.


remember when we used to
climb up the jagged
mountains of endless troubles
and how you thought when
i was perched high up the
terrifying peak, i seemed
to let out a glow and shine?


for some ridiculous reasons
i somewhat knew that it
was because you were with
me, clammy hands intertwined
in the darkest of midnights as
we trudged through spontaneous
adventures and bottles of vodkas.


i craved your light kisses on
the skin between my collarbones,
and the way you would moan
when i planted soft lipstick kisses
just under your ears. we were
intoxicated with each other.


but, was i a fool,
to yearn for memories
long gone into the
wind and anticipate
your return even though
you threw my heart
into the blank void?







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