This peach iced tea* is
making me forget the bruise
that is slowly blooming on
my bottom lip.
*[Lipton.]
You bite my lip to keep my attention.
Or is it to remind you
that I am still solid?
Either way,
the flavour fills your absence,
and the tenderness makes me turn
(on my heel)
and run back to you.
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