A half smoked cigarette
a sandwich with only one bite
an half-eaten apple
all blessed with
the lipstick kiss
of your mouth
that I now
hunger for.
I take all these
magical items
burn them
try to conjure
you
by them
(an alchemy of you)
but I am
still
left alone
with only
the memory of your kisses
crawling all over
my nakedness
transforming me
into pure pleasure
left with nothing
now
but the ashes
of your kisses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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