the sweet nectar as it once was
now it’s an exchange of breath
a passion dimmed
the high fled its jubilee
the butterflies flew the coop
my toes remain in the cold
as your lips don’t warm the flame
the disconnect from what we once were
in love and innocent
let’s call it what it is
now just exes with an unflavoured kiss
no more colour or bliss

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad