I drink my tea and reminisce in red
her hair, and the glow of a room,
a sofa where you touched me soft
and safe inside your arms inside the glow
behind my fluttered lids

your whispers warm and sweet
"I love you"s in my my ears and kisses
pink and budding, spilling from our lips;
The blood percussing primal rhythms

questions
comprehended-

never fully
understood.

I sip the lingering drips of black-brewed vice
and lick the dredges from the edges of my mouth.
Pervade me smoothly.
I am waiting
for that longing
once again.

07/13/2005

Author's Note: Explicit? You tell me...

Posted on 07/13/2005
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia