Saturday, September 10, 2022

Holding 
you there,
in my mouth
swishing you 
in circles 
playfully on
my tongue,
letting the 
taste of you
linger,
swallowing 
slowly,
spilling your 
warmth down
the back of
my throat.
Mmm, whiskey 


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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.