Deem it unpalatable if you must, but tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to wash my face or brush my teeth. How could I erase you from me? You, the most purified taste my mouth has ever known, the most delicate skin my hands have ever graced. Forehead upon forehead, nose brushing nose, your scent, so beautiful, lingers on my cheeks. How could I cleanse myself of that? Of you? I want to drift into sleep wrapped in the fragrance of your presence, the taste of you still humming on my lips.