67. Sometimes I just hit send

I said
upside down
because
this whole thing
is a living
contradiction

you see
through the glass
that's blurred
by the steam
I see you
clearer

some nights
as the foggy
rings
of smoke fly
further away
from my lips
your image
only comes
closer to me
sits beside me
and rests
its pink wigged
head
on my tired
shoulders
so I lay
my warm hands
over your thighs

I thought
the peak was then
and from there
it was all downhill

but my feelings
for you
just got purer
like an aged wine
acquires
scents, tones, colour
with the passing
of time over it

though I just drink
your smells and tastes
over and over
from the few samples
you've left behind
which are
lesser
by the day

like an
infinite
building up
of a song we love
that seems
to never drop
until
it unpredictably
does

I miss
every bit of you

I could
stare
at your smile
for a year

just as
I would
devour
your whole body
in an hour

or hold you
until
the post apocalypse

I know

these are
just words
written
on a screen

but
won't you
stop
for a moment
and think
about this

what if
I told you
it is
all true