A memoir and life-writing blog
bliss
your burning kiss
blush with religious
can I get a witness?
the weight of your tongue,
luscious taste
promises of things to come that led, instead,
to unfinished business.
what a twist
near miss
how I wish I had the sense to resist
erase
but you,
you’re at the top of the list.
so I chase,
affection misplaced,
just in case.
it sears,
how you dismiss
effortless.
and here,
here is the gist:
you’re vicious
what a waste.