The tea cup seems colder today
porcelain rough against
my pink chapped lips
A familiar ritual of soothing thoughts
wrapped in alluring aroma -
unfound and growing colder
even with the rising warmth of the sun
The sounds of morning's brightness
fade with my quiet reflection
upon the space that we shared
Sweat and sweetness combined
creating and repeating
the pattern of breathing
an afternoon's rhymes of passion
And my footsteps vain attempt
to bring myself one step closer
to your contagious high
fail to reach you
Unable to move forward
as I sink deeper
disappearing too fast
into this longing sadness...
My infinite quicksand of desire
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