Unearthed

Cool wineglass to the lips
and I can only think
of yours.
A craving like something
I’ve never known before,
impossible to control.
I ask you to
stay with me,
tell me stories
to watch the words
leave your lips.
I hadn’t noticed
the phantoms
you have hidden
within your breath.
As you exhale,
I inhale
your possession.

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