at the thought of you

you are the hit i take and hold. between my lungs, until my vision blurs. until I wake up, again.
i never want to be released from your hold. nor fall far away from your wet tongue.

©jjj

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About jjj

writer and poet. student and queer, they/them pronouns. 26 and learning. living in southern Oregon, with their partner and two dogs.
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