nocturne cliff
to have fallen in love
with the absent feeling
of a shared moment, an open throat
a long embrace that serves as a reminder
when i catch a glimpse of last week
on a since unwashed top.
and where my memories lie,
you are but a pair of lips,
arms meant to hold and let go
and eyes that smile at the sight of me.
to have fallen in love
with the memory and not the man.
edgy hornet