the absent embrace of your lips

holds a vast expanse of emptiness

any moment I believe

your tongue might summon me,

your slave, your willing servant

to the precipice of your peach glossed

cupid's bow

hot breath and highlight infused sweat

tittered in between our intimate moments

our cheeks rubbed against one another

our mouths overwhelmed, dripped in lustful saturation

your taste had always been pomegranate

your neck, salty as wild rice

I recall your gasps

excited by my mouth of bitter cocoa

my skin loud, mimicking our Kush clouds

its sad to believe we have lingered

silently, mere inches between our navels

our hands tracing each other's sorrow

each finger pricked against a broken heart

I'd like to believe our end was softer

gentle like your hips

the continual pressing of forgiveness

against us, between us, within us

whispered from your long lost lover

pressed against your glistening lip