Remember when you cooked us an early dinner?
You in my kitchen?
"What a fucking sight!" I was smitten.
Blushing from across the room,
Completely enchanted.
White wine on the table,
Not my favorite, but you said it fits.
You, that steak, and the kisses after,
Such a perfect fit.
Now, it's 3 AM, wishing you were in my kitchen.
I'd say, "Babe, get me some water too."
My memories will echo your name
Until you're back in my kitchen.
West Java, July 2024
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Apricity
PoetryA collection of poems chronicling my journey to love myself, the world, others, and the small joys in life after a painful breakup. Hence, apricity.
