our kiss lingers
lip marks bruise on pale and unexposed skin
bite marks on my breast plate
remembrance and memory
fading more everyday, like a fog
lifting
shifting
bending to whatever shape eases my heart
but I can feel your teeth and tongue on my psyche
I can taste you in the deepest darks of my senses
your sweat and saliva and juices
nourishing the obsession that lurks behind my eyes
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