Thought for the Day

[bcholmes]

Like the taste of warm, sweet lips in December you have come.
At the moment, my love?, all is lost, but I can get you some.
The path to it is deep (and deadly?), buried well inside.
If I'd told you differently I surely would have lied.
Little you cared, thoughtlessly, devoid of self concern.
Invited you, I, carelessly, and waited for my turn.
You crept up like a remnant high, clouded and remiss,
and just as softly left me there with nothing but a kiss.

— "Remnant High", Elijah Graves