I forget things so easily
Need reminders for self-love
Dependent on theory
That they love me as much
As I should myself.
I forget.
Don't remember
The wine glass, Saki with his pour
Cool sheets, bloody mouths
Your feet, our toes.
Chasing the dragon with bitterness in my throat.
I forget.
Remind me, dear one
Did I make any promises?
Did you? Did we?
Did we create funny messes?
Were there handcuffs? Burn marks?
Heartstrings? Whiplashes?
All I seem to remember are flashes.
Of strange things going on.
How high was that ceiling? Did we ever touchdown?
The morning has left me with memories of bruising.
And imprints of your fingers,
On more
than my musings.
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