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Feb 2019
In the morning we will forget, so I put the blue drink to my lips, gazed into your green eyes and felt the icy drink trickle down my throat;
The alcohol only burns if you think too hard so I focused on the deafening music that seemed to engulf us.
Your fingers lingered on the table for a moment and I am reminded that something so minuscule can also be sensual.
My mind, although inebriated, cautions me that these feelings will only last for a short while because in the morning we will forget;
But I wake up
and your face
It is etched into my temporal lobe,
my brain a broken record, replays pieces of the night before;
My fingers clumsily interlocking with yours,
My fingers clumsily interlocking with yours,
My fingers clumsily interlocking with yours...
The upward turn of your lips creating a spot light and burning my face, I had to swear to you I wasn’t blushing.
And with the smell of the sea radiating from your chest,
I think to myself maybe one day I can join you on a voyage of the world, but one can only get so lucky.
So until then I’m off to bed once more hoping that in the morning
I’ll forget.
Jennifer
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Jennifer  20/F/Clemson
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