Feeling nostalgic?
How would you like to
climb into my mind;
and I'll show you
how last fall made me think
of your fingers running
up and down my thighs;
the way you traced
that single delicate scar
that wraps itself so snugly
around my ribcage.
We were static then.
notice the way your lips
hinted at a sneer
even as they planted kisses
all along the subtle creases in my neck.
And in retrospect,
I did catch sight of
the bruises
skulking behind your eyes;
a subtle masquerade of
perfunctory serenity
hanging from your lashes
like droplets of morning dew;
barefaced in the attempt
that incessantly threatened
to die out as the day wore on.