6 a.m.

Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue

Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs

Sheets wrinkled;

gripped by your fingers

Scratches look like art on my shoulders

Moaning til the sun comes up

But I’ll still be down here

One response to “6 a.m.”

  1. What an ending couplet. Really really like the juxtaposition between the up and the down.

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