October 8, 2023
I suck my fingernails where an ex-lover left his wet skin.
It’s after midnight, I taste him.
I think of him holding my hands down, staring into my eyes as if he were watching the sky exploding.
His eyes bloomed, his hands tightened around mine, pushing them up above my head.
Quiet animals in a dark room, silencing each other with tongues slipping past sighing lips.