Lovers Past II
The things I remember most about my past lovers,
The touch of his skin,
The kiss in the corner of his lips.
His bare chest,
The glint in his eyes as his laugh echoed,
His hands.
His face,
As he spun round to greet me.
My name in his throat,
Who am I now?
Flashes of moments,
In my mother’s kitchen,
In our living room.
The moments when our malice touched.
A Winter coat,
A bottle of red.
Stolen kisses,
in the middle of sentences.
Salty lipped kisses,
The movement of his hips.
Played over and over,
A supercut on repeat.
Memories like flowers growing around my heart.
Poisoned.
Viciously plucked out.
One day that variety,
will not grow,
anymore.
About the Creator
Kate Addison
Lover of writing, exploring and romantic hearts.
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