Lips drenched with pain
I’m left with the taste of Strawberry Ashes.
My neurons remember you
“You kiss like the world is ending.”
The soft texture of your skin
And then you said
It might as well.
Our bodies are disjointed
And they function only if we are apart.
The skunks appear tails raised willing to douse us with the stench of reality.
I’ve exchanged my Queen of cups with yours so you only know love.
We smoke too much together and it gets in my eyes.
But that kiss will be remembered
A monument of lightness
Long after the end.
(c) A.R. Minhas 2020