MIND: Lunar

I am thinking about
the crescent scar on the
roof of his mouth that he
got when he fell with
a straw between his teeth

and how it felt to run my tongue
over it.

How it felt to taste the moon.

If love is anything tangible, it
is his mouth,

his mouth,
his holy god damned mouth.

He says my name and the whole sky is talking.

Tasting the Moon // Caitlyn Siehl

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