i was driving
through an area
i hadn’t been to
in a long time
came from
a different direction
didn’t recognize
the sights
but as i was driving
i felt your hand
high
on my thigh
i could taste
the vodka and smoke
on your lips
as we frantically
kissed
at every stoplight
or stop sign
from your neighborhood
across town
back to my apartment
did you know
i took the long route
that it was so
i could consume
as much of you
as possible
before the feast
truly began
once we walked inside
if i close my eyes
i can hear you
singing along
feel your hair
as i clutch desperately
knowing
that one of these days
you’ll be a dream
of another time
just phantom fingers
trailing ever higher
ever closer

i didn’t
turn down the street
i don’t know
if you still live on
because if i saw
you sitting outside
i don’t know if
i could keep driving
without
one more taste
but i never did
forget you
like you always swore
i would
even if i didn’t
recognize
the neighborhood
i hope
you’re good
your demons
are slain
that
someone kisses you
the same way
i once did
with every fiber
of their being
you deserve that much
at least