I left a scribbled list of regrets
on the cracked coffee table,
waking up before the eagerness
to see you kept me
from creeping to the door.
We both knew, at least I knew,
this day would crawl
out of the deep well
of a March morning,
mourning the memory
of your satin skin
rubbing to sweet sweat
pooling beneath your pale legs.
The keys in the fucking door
jarred a downpour.
Your thunderous lungs
rattled off our shared dreams,
shaking my chest
and lust for what’s unwritten.
What you knew that I didn’t know
is I couldn’t leave
the intoxicating taste of your cherry lips.

(© 2022 AC)

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