Hazy

You had your bed eyes on,
now your taste sits in the back of my mouth .
..sensory..
Swarthy, earthy, distinctly not my own,
Morning after, unbrushed , tongue,
dividing bacteria, microflora, -fauna.
Groggy eyes, remorse rising
with the sun,
tethered with hope
that this time
You would,
I could,
We should be..