sculpting kisses

there is a place where I remain,

tethered at the edge

of something sensational

and satisfying

like the pauses,

the still in the air

before you leaned in

to kiss me.
now you’ve gone

as one with the wind

chasing monuments

and gales of laughter

tucked within the lines

of your favorite books

and you’ve left me behind

in this timeless pause,

always to await your lips
darling, the dust you sitrred

when you slammed the door

four rotten months ago

has settled

and yet my heart

jumps from a half slumber

every time it remembers

the sculpted curves

of your smile.


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