I miss the way your voice changed,
Gently rising & falling when you spoke
When you punched me with your lips,
Nibbling teeth poked
Wiggling nose against nose, interlaced fingers,
We seemed like a single rose
And all that auditory pleasure,
And your unprecedented moves
A tad of fighting, the contorted grooves
I miss'em as I'm closed in,
Where silence lives
And you're not, yet, all vapid dissipation
The unyielding falsification
My first love intoxication,
You were my first intoxication.
