Remembering how you once use to feel.
Smell of vanilla coke, burning my nose,
You were here last night I want to believe.
The white sheets pulled tightly around the bed.
A piece of your hair lies on the corner,
Obsessed, gently I put it to my lips,
I suck it till I taste your spearmint smile.
Then the familiar feel, of a cold glass
Bottle, washing you down into the past.
You always pinched my ass before we ate
Breakfast down stairs with toast and black coffee.
I take my coffee like my women, straight!
You loved that joke your nose would crinkle up,
That one time OJ came running out too.
Falling on the floor, kitty licked it up.
Tiger Lilly, grey fur all so shaggy,
Your freckles danced and blurred across your face.
My hands longing to love your waist again,
Or feel your sweetened Splenda coated tongue.
I suck on sugar packets to remember,
The days we spent sun bathing in the front
Yard, naked, the neighbors left us alone.
Those scandalous summer Sundays, no God.
A piece of your hair tastes a great story,
I'll forget by the end of the night.
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