à bientôt

This was no sip, No gradual descent into thirst No decent interval between the first gulp and the next No decent swallow No dissent from our limbs, On the contortions being demanded.
This was the ravenous quenching of the thirst Making up for lost months. At its pinnacle, This was two cannibals feeding on each other. Clothes the casualties Underclothes all but collateral damage.
This was the crossing of thresholds Ecstasy and agony Enveloped in each spasm .
This was our reunion Sorry neighbours, Next time I’ll bring earmuffs.

COLORS

She reminds me of yellow
A mellow hue 
Of memories blues
Kisses stolen in red
A glimmer of radiance
As white smile peaks through black lips.