Your wine-stained mouth
beckons to me
with the sweet and familiar stench
of over-ripened fruit
and yesterday's cigarettes.
Your tongue, like rosebuds
and thorns
stings my cheeks with nostalgia
and my skin drinks you in
like the sweet poison you are.
My heart races for you
but you are still,
and as your humid breath climbs down my spine
I know that I am falling apart in your arms
for the last time.
