i am still reminded of you
in every bite of perfume and smoke;
every crush of strawberry
and drag of nicotine.
the first time we kissed
it was you and i who kissed.
gentle, sweet, and covered
in the golden curtains of the sun.
yet, the last time we kissed
it was just me,
and a barely-there movement of lips
against the stone-still elevation.
pink and unwanting.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoesíaThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
