The taste of
licorice
and citron *****
haunts
every dream I have
and I can still smell
your perfume
on my shoulder.
A phantom
follows me -
your hand on my side
warm lips on my cheek
the string of cool metal
tied around my finger -
I don’t know
how to be
alone
without you.
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
The taste of
licorice
and citron *****
haunts
every dream I have
and I can still smell
your perfume
on my shoulder.
A phantom
follows me -
your hand on my side
warm lips on my cheek
the string of cool metal
tied around my finger -
I don’t know
how to be
alone
without you.