As our lips touched
I felt the grease
left by oil slicked words
you'd tried to sweeten them
with fermented honey
as if I would not notice
or forget
that I was craving
something more than flowers
and flowering words
after a long day
but the truth was on your breathe
which you tried but failed
to hold
as you leaned in
you had eaten
the last
of the snacks.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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