You're a memory for the shelf, 

a magnet to remind me, 

a postcard of emotions

& what your life appears to be. 

You're glowing teeth, 

salt around the rim,

fresh burned cheeks, 

a sexy sting.

You're a language I don't speak. 

You melt the taste of your days 

on my tongue. 

You're a vacation, 

but you're not home. 

.Laura Curren.