Encounters

I remember the taste of your lips on mine and the bite of your hold on me as I lay here in the dark.

You shaped me then. Did you know you’d left your mark? The way you tangled your hand in my hair and tugged is seared into my memory and years later I struggle to forget.

I still crave your touch like a fever in my blood, your tongue licking the salt of perspiration from my skin. I ache for the way you owned my body and made me burn.

I knew when I bought the train ticket that you would cancel.

Knew it in my bones, but it’s hard not to hope for something that consumes me.

You don’t belong to me, you never did but as I gasp and cry out your name that hardly seems to matter.

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