Your lips tasted like heaven
But you left traces of
Down my throat.
II. We loved.
When our skin brushed,
The wound on my thigh somehow rooted into
Buttresses of your veins.
It poisoned your heart and
Robbed your breath away.
III. I left.
That night when your eyes burnt
In liquor wildfire…
I could smell her perfume on our bed
And taste the vanilla on your lips
While tears seared my cheeks like a bitter blizzard.