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.
Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Pablo Neruda fangirl.
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