you look like the sky to me. |
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. |
How could you not tell that I cared
for you? I blushed when you called me beautiful,
giggled when I felt your hot breath
on my neck. Your hands traced my curves
with gentle grace, a subtle appreciation. There was
sincerity and caution in your touch. Now
there is only silence on your end and I am alone
and strung out on the floor of my kitchen,
cheaper than the bottle of wine I just drank.
