One moment
Your lips taste just like hungry kisses.
The next moment
Your lips taste like wine.
There is guilt
In your face my eye quickly dismisses
As you search
For an answer in mine.
There is distance
Between us that smells just like blood,
And a presence
I simply cannot touch.
There is a shadow
Of a daydream we once called love,
And a sense
That we hoped for too much.