Tingle

           copyright © 2002 Tiffanni Lee-Fong

I know you were in my house last night.
Your empty glass is still in my sink.
The movie we never finished is still in the VCR.
Your scent rose from my pillow this morning.
Your scent stained my skin last night.
Damn you and that tingle in my spine!
I hate dishes in my sink and your empty glass is bothering me.
I let the water run over the sponge and begin to wash
        your cup/away my thoughts...
What did we drink last night?
You drank just a little alcohol.
I drank just a little too much of your words.
They made me crave your lips...
        that were on this glass...
        that were on my hips...
Damn you and that tingle in my spine!

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