I miss your mouth
not you anyway
if we’re being plain
suddenly.
I liked standing
on my tiptoes
to scare you
while growling at
your neck veins
threatening to bite
with every kiss.
I just miss
your fat bottom lip
and sweet naked breath
if we’re not
gonna be speaking
in the future.
I don’t remember
your eyes anymore,
although I’d recognize
them in a line-up
certainly.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 