March 7, 2013

Candid candy. Those were her surprise kisses.
Whether they would wake you in the AM, or maybe
just a shock as you stepped through a doorway
into home.

You were a goddamn diabetic after she was done with you.
What was the insulin? The metaphor falls apart.

Facts stand:
you can’t go a day not missing something;
most nights you still feel that same tingling.

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