“Imagining your lips on mine
again is a thought, no, a daydream,
that gets me through this mess
that I caused for myself.
How am I ever going to clean
this up? How will I ever find
purity again when my skin
has been stained by your print?
I find myself touching my everywhere
when the image of you starts
circulating in my mind.
I don’t stop my hands.
All they want is your body against mine.
My tongue starts to spell your name
on the inside of my mouth
and I can’t help that all my anatomy
wants another taste of you,
just another feel of you,
just one last time.”
- Colleen Brown
Published on November 18, 2015 11:42