Ships in the night

I slid my finger down the glass
the tangibility of frost, mesmerised me

I held the icy orb to my neck
found the pulse, like your kisses once did

I sat stilled, lost in memory
and the taste of you

The night was young,
I was alone

so I ordered another margarita,
for two.

a dawn bird

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