My teeth

ache

from the memory,

my fingertips

drip thick

longing

in syrup that

coats

us, tattooed.

Yesterday

a nest between

my sore

limbs and your

fueled soul.

My present

lavender with

lightness so

saturated,

it consumes

the barren grasslands

of my

history with

you.

Our past,

vicious with

bittersweet acid

rain, soggy

on my desperate

tastebuds.

An addict,

drunk on

pulsing blood,

fantasies of you and

of me.

The barbed wire,

a tangible recollection,

suffocating

my arteries.

Spilling

incoherently

onto us.

An addict,

nostalgia

my unbreakable vice.