Monthly Archives: May 2014

Ghosts

Though I have begun
to forget you, some nights
I feel your breath
on my neck and the
ghost of your scent arises
with the occasional
disturbance of the air.
I remember the first time
I bisected the apex
of your thighs with my
tongue and released
the sweetness within,
and I knew then
it wouldn’t last.
I remained awake all night
watching you sleep
beside me,
to make sure
I was not dreaming.

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