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Ashley Sutera
Poems
Dec 2010
December
The tiled floor is cold pressing into my feet.
The only warmth comes from the steam of my tea resting on the nightstand.
I’d like to know how I survived the winter months without you
where my only friend was a good book and maybe a casual cigarette.
By candlelight, the tea and honey is finding it’s way all the way down,
coating my throat for temporary relief.
What I wouldn’t give for a kiss right now.
You could stir my tea.
I’d lick the sugar clean from your finger,
and it would somehow taste sweeter.
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Ashley Sutera
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