six weeks later
i can still taste the
faint scent of liquor on
your breath the remnant
of our most recent tryst
the way you bit your
lip and grinned at me
your eyes flashed with
forbidden mischief
when i asked
if i could kiss you
we entangled
ourselves for a moment
extricated from the miasma
of complications our
bodies speaking words
in an ancient language
too sincere to
be misunderstood
six days ago
you asked me not
to write anymore
poems about you
i'd made you shake
your eyes rolled back
with ecstatic envy
in rhythm with
an ode in the vein
of e.e. cummings that left
you quaking on the
brink of bliss
waging an internal war
fighting the impulse
to release the avalanche
of affection latent in
our day-to-day conversations
why stop the flow of words
tell me true my friend
my love
my muse
riddle me this
what would you have me do
when every line i pen starts
and ends with you
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
six weeks later
i can still taste the
faint scent of liquor on
your breath the remnant
of our most recent tryst
the way you bit your
lip and grinned at me
your eyes flashed with
forbidden mischief
when i asked
if i could kiss you
we entangled
ourselves for a moment
extricated from the miasma
of complications our
bodies speaking words
in an ancient language
too sincere to
be misunderstood
six days ago
you asked me not
to write anymore
poems about you
i'd made you shake
your eyes rolled back
with ecstatic envy
in rhythm with
an ode in the vein
of e.e. cummings that left
you quaking on the
brink of bliss
waging an internal war
fighting the impulse
to release the avalanche
of affection latent in
our day-to-day conversations
why stop the flow of words
tell me true my friend
my love
my muse
riddle me this
what would you have me do
when every line i pen starts
and ends with you
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