Poem: Canker

this morning I reminisce
sweet succulent lips
dripping with honey

wait what is that tingling?

sore swollen lips
oozing with fluids
achingly smoldering

dammit all – it’s slowly erupting

still in all the memory remains
you were always well worth the pain.

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