A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Sometimes It's Better-When The Lips Are Chapped


I’ve been thinking
Of
Her panting.

While an index and thumb
Pinch her protruding hip bones.

The ones I kissed
As the television
Displayed static.
We were in-love
Couldn’t
Notice a shallow noise.

I’ve been thinking
I want her to stop panting
And catch her breath.

Vocalize promises to me.

Example:
Promise it will be a touch on the lip
Using a fingernail
instead of a fingerprint.

Did I mention we still talk?

It’s
Yes or no.

We used to share other words.
But my memories
Have indulged in reality.

Truth is
My memories are all lies.

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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