kiss me with those lips of yours

it was early in the morning, i remember 

his eyes were puffy, his back was facing the window, and his hand laid silently on mine

the blanket that covered his naked body, was pink, just like his lips, a soft pink, i long for them,

his lips.

not just their touch, against mine, gently, then with force

hand around my neck, tightening 

slowly. 

but when they moved about, as he spoke to me 

words dripping off of his tongue 

like streams of tears down my cheeks

when he said goodbye

or when they turned into a smile, teeth biting, words lost

then right back to his lips, just his soft pink lips, the only thing you could see

i wish that it would stop 

that my chest, was not so heavy, like books carried distances, without a purpose 

crushing, as you try to gasp for air, at the thought of those lips

just lips. 

that moved from mine, to my neck, inching slowly down my body 

shaky hands 

meet my cheeks 

warm like the sun, through the sheer white curtains, on a summer day 

just like that morning

the morning when he left