Thursday, August 27, 2015

The waiting game

Brief phone calls
Then the taste of alcohol on your lips
Then my lips
Then I forget
How many times did we exchange
this passion
one breath
back and forth
back and forth
back and -

Did you steal my oxygen?
Or was I missing it all along?
Am I being too blunt?
I'm sorry
It's just that it's late
And you
undress
a part of me
I used to mock
or maybe it's that I wasn't ready before
or maybe
maybe 

maybe.



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