Brown sugar was your skin

Eyelashes were thick and curved

Kisses tasted like starbucks frap

Voice shaking away my whole being.

Brown sugar,

You melted away.

In my hands.

I remember holding you

And investigating your hands,

Exploring your skin.

Feeling each milli centimeter.

Wanting to sink in each pore of your skin.

I loved you

But you melted in my hands.

I still love you even though you’ve gone.

But I will still feel your lips,

your taste will remain.

Frapuccino is the taste

my lips will crave.

But I will hold my desire for that taste

until your birthday.

Its a specialty for such a rare day…