These hours linger
like a virgin's awakening
my tongue thrust into
a coffee cup,
chasing marshmallows
adrift on a sea of cocoa.
I don't want
to wash you off.
I long for the scent
to linger
like the sound of our
good-byes whispered
on your way out
into the world,
While I lick my lips
I think of the way
you were breathing
as I loved you in my way.
my tongue back at sea
I submerse my upper lip
and think of how I'd rather be melting,
like those little candy clouds,
into the depths of you.
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