To pine...

To pine…

Not for things
That remind me of you
Like corsets
I knew you
Were not carrying
Twins
But I asked anyway just to hear
Your voice
Before the beating noise
Drowns your being
In the heat
And the cool waft of nicotine
On my lips
Instead
You tasted the Guinness
Upon my tongue
And not the vodka inspiration
Disappearing
In the night.

To pine...

parsifal

Joined February 2008

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