
dreaming about missed opportunities
skin to skin
held in your warm embrace
your lips on mine
taste as sweet as honey
awoken in the middle of the night
not a sound
no sliver of light
the other side of the bed
is cold
staring at the ceiling
my racing thoughts
subside
© 2023 by Jason A. Muckley
Oh gosh. I love how you’ve broken the lines up, here. Such a gorgeous rhythm: it tells the story beautifully, Jason. Well done. 🙂
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Thanks Brooke! 😊
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Very nice!
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Thanks!
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