Monday, September 18, 2017






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.

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