when I drink wine,
all I remember is your
tongue on my neck
and your forearms
wrapped around my

the way your
words form lace
around my the nape
of my hairline
and cradle the air so
that I can feel it for
days after—

like a ghost haunting
me each time I
realize I am alone.


Categories: Poetry

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