And just like that you were gone.
No photos of the way your touch electrocuted me.
No video of the charge between your lips and my neck.
No archive of the fullness of you inside me.
No remnants of these moments beside the fragments of burnt film strips in my head.
And the vague words we share.
I don’t know you but I want you. Again.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
And just like that you were gone.
No photos of the way your touch electrocuted me.
No video of the charge between your lips and my neck.
No archive of the fullness of you inside me.
No remnants of these moments beside the fragments of burnt film strips in my head.
And the vague words we share.
I don’t know you but I want you. Again.