Where did you sleep last night?

[TranquillityBase]

Between the sheets there is a scent of a different love.
Soft lip and molten tongue. You caress my ample waist    lips?
without a grimace. Kiss with misplaced passion
and mint breath, perhaps to fog a memory of a lover?  

You fold linen and launder clothes with the zeal
of a bribing child. You scurry in the kitchen 
and lather eggs onto a plate, yellow and unctuous. 
Yesterday’s dinner sits cold on the counter.

The lines between your relentless texts sidle 
into confessions.  Words gather like foam
over tepid coffee. I wonder if this love will ever slither
out of its cellophane skin?

This mirage buries the question for a different day.

Welcome Hestavi,

I mostly played around with changing your line order/line breaks a bit and suggested cuts that would make the poem more directed, at least for me.  All of course is just my opinion.  

TqB