I hold you in my mouth
And roll your name across my tongue like chocolate
Your voice is thick and foreign and reminds me of deep forests and rainwater
your smell like musk and man, sharp and unmistakable
In the morning you say you have to go, you have to work
You leave a napkin and all it says is “Jules xx” and a number
I never call you back
But every time I hear Adele sing “Someone Like You”
I’m transported back to that night
and your voice like honey,
your smell fills the air around me and I sing for you again
I was a Phoenix catching fire on that stage in that dive bar
And you were enraptured by the flames.
Categories: Love, Mania, Poetry, Self Esteem, Travel, Wanderlust, Writing
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