AC (12-16-1981 DOD: everyday / )

Fever Blister

you've gone now,
given up on the idea
of who we were to be together-

I heard you are soon to wed, your love:
a woman with culture and age-
someone, so unlike myself, she won't dissolve

beneath the coill of your tongue-
my skin, the page
you'd write your poems on-
you don't remember,
the morning after-
forgetmenots and mints,
you left fever blisters in your stead.

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (1)

It's been a long time since I took a good look at your stuff. You've still got it.