the breath in your kiss.
My faded memories of light and dark
come slow,
but always comes
the detail of your face.
Soon I fall,
imagining the way you kissed
my neck
my shoulder
the small of my back.
We danced that night
and in my dreams.
Now in the waking moments flow
rushes of remembrance
spurred by the inanimate.
I see you
everywhere,
but rather, nowhere at all.
And yet for all I would give
for another moment
of your fingertips on my face,
gentle kiss at my temple,
an embrace...
such could never satiate
my starving memory this night.
09.07.03
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