21. Puzzles

The thought of your lips
brushing against mine,
touching upon it
with the slightest of breaths,
flashes a blue-hot star
like a lighthouse of fire
from within me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hurl & retch.

You are the one for me,
I realize, as beads of sweat
form on my forehead
and my teeth
break the skin of my lip.

You are the one for me,
for there is no one else.

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