my bones ache with the idea of you
a green blue haze in my mind
flecks of gold and copper
the taste of grass
the smell of metal
a sense of being almost safe
the sweetness of your tongue

i cannot get over the memories of you

i wonder how you sense me
too young girl
too many thoughts, too much time
purple teal clouds
a sparkle of cinnamon and silver
a puppy that can't be trained
the want in my mouth when we kissed

do you still think of me?