I won't pretend I don't miss it
that time in the dark
staring down into a tiny screen
for the icon telling me
you had texted me
this literary romance
this ache in my pants
this thing that itches like ants
and no way to scratch it
or ease it
no calamine lotion to soothe me
no drug I can take to make it go away
I still feel it
still crave it
still wish I could go back
and do it all again differently
not the kisses or the touches
but rather the foolish things
that went through my head
I will always want
what I wanted then
to feel your shape
against the palm of my hands
taste your taste when
my tongue penetrates
you
to have your eyes
swallow me whole
Jonah forever lost in the depths of you
feeling what it feels like
on the inside of you
the press of flesh
the in and out
the hunger I can't satisfy
in any way with anyone
other than you
I won't pretend I don't miss it
I always do
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