Blurred and Burnt

by Sine Qua Non

thinking about it, the very reason i continue to long for you now is because i keep telling myself to stop.

who am i fooling thinking i could handle this supposed no-nonsense affair. more than what you pour in my glass and what you light up between my lips,  it is your scent and your touch that intoxicates me. the nights never blur past and the mornings are never empty of the mental scenes from the previous night. the  recollection stretches on for days, weeks. i do not need to remember, my senses relive it for me.

ugh. why do i have to give in to the fantasy that you would want me for more than just one night?

because we didn’t share just one night. and not just two even. not just nights. even days.


ugh. ugh. ugh.