Amy Michelle Mosier

Last night remains a scent

Last night remains a scent

Remembered at slow length –

Drawn from the air, lingering about –

A secret kept under my breath.

 

The union of your soft lips

Upon mine – warm and precious –

Mixed with your fingertips

Touching my arms were luxurious.

 

Your flirting, like your words, stumbled –

Became nervous on cue.

Your eyes – brown like truffles –

Were delicious to my view.

 

Yes, above all else, your eyes

Are what I remember.

Let me kiss your eyes shut tonight

So that they might sleep better.