I couldn't tell if
it was sand or
remnants of coke
matted in your beard
reminding me of another night
the sun found me too soon.
Our sloppy kisses
danced around your bristles,
rubbing my lips raw
as we remembered
(then forgot)
we were still strangers.
You didn't want to be touched
out of respect for your fresh ghost
but offered to devour me whole,
and I let you
without a second thought.
I loved the new boundaries imposed upon me.
We were filling each other's voids
for one night only,
a limited run of empty affection:
no one came.
And as the dawn found me
I put away that little green plate
and started my day
for the second time.
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