Taken

The soft of your thumb

Traces the cracked

sour of my lips

As if the calm in you will heal the hurt in me

 

Hot words

fall out of your mouth

and into the hollow of mine

As if the thoughts in you pervade the empty in me

 

The breath of your cologne

Masks the familial aroma

of my maiden name

As if the scent of you reclaims the past of me

 

Until every good piece of you consumes

every bad piece of me

I Blush

As you are taken with me

 

Or have you taken me

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