You'Re Not Going To Forget Me
Even when you've chosen her
and her belly is as round
as a distant moon,
you will ache remembering my lips,
and our familiar tango of tongues.
You will reach out for me again,
your hands like empty cups
searching for moisture
to drown out
the thirst
of me.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2014
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