PB

My hands held 
the counter 
while your hands 
held my thigh, 
and that was 
the last night 
shared between 
you and I...  

The next 
morning began 
in your arms 
on the couch, 
with the faint 
taste of peanut 
butter still 
in my mouth...  

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