We Met Over Lobster Bisque

written by: Cory Q

Jean said the air
Remembers things like phone
Calls and pet names we
Utter ignoble in cafes.
These thoughts go unbanished:
Blushing friction of her
Thighs rubbing gently while
Absconding to my place,
Or the burning image
Her mouth puckering away
When some shabby roommate
Tumbled the bedraggled lock.
Jean let me hold
Smooth, her strapped ankle
And adore her bravery.
I'm sure the air
Knows about that, too.

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