Tuesday, April 11, 2017



My favorite
part of the morning—
settling in
for a day of work,
finally getting a chance
to put a little food
in my stomach,
my lips get greasy
with soppressata & butter;
I wipe them clean,
my tissue shines
in pink & red hues,
residue from kissing you.

I’m loathe to throw
it away, rather
I tuck it in my sleeve,
because when I have
to be without you,
at least I can be
comforted by the ghosts
of our kisses.

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