Sonnet 1

your lips is all I dream of,
of love and cuts and red,
therefore, I ask, shall I forget about you?
your hands are what I touch,
rough and callous and soft all the same,
therefore, I ask again, shall I forget about you?
your will not see me as I do you,
your hands will not roam as before,
therefore, I ask, shall I forget about you?
of these questions lips do not meet,
hands do not meet and bodies do not meet,
therefore I ask, have you forgotten me?