I sit here sipping coffee night’s bitterness
being without you kindles with it is a kind
of muskiness I open my lips to your absence
mouth on mine touching your milk-salted breasts
nipples against my nose holding your hips
in my obscene hands

nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing

copyright 2016 Kurt Lovelace all rights reserved

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