.lost like some forgotten dreams.

its almost midnight
and i can't stop remembering
that hotel room
and the spilled wine
waking up to your opened eyes
and taking photos of
the small of your back.
i don't remember being
inside of you
i only remember
wishing that i could be.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your passion burns, as it should. It brings to mind a hotel room I cannot, or ever will, forget.