my limbs curled in the passenger seat, life dripping from between our teeth as we try to avoid the inevitable farewell.
(this feels like two months ago.)
i missed you.
even though i denied it daily.
i didn't want to miss you.
but i do.
how do we feed the sparks? they've always lit in the weirdest crevices & danced on our skin like lustful kaleidoscopes.
maybe it was a bad idea.
(but i did it anyways)
your lips tasted just the same. like they were sweetened just for me.
do you think mine are
meant for you?
your hums make me say yes.
i do miss you.
-and i don't regret
the kiss.
