Blood, Sweet Taste

I love your brown eyes.  I keep them to remember.  It’s crazy but your ezsema was an issue.   Your creamy white flesh gave so well.   A couple spots here and there really was nothing. 

It’s a shame. But no comprises.  Your choice. I still look at those eyes every day.   They were glossy before, now just glassy.  You got what you wanted. You alway get what you think you need. 

It’s the body I miss.  Souvenirs are nice. I long for the days when you wanted fun.   Now we have a gap of living and dead. 

At least, I still remember the taste.   My freezer helps.  Love is forever.