Sunday, December 13

Like you, for me.

I need you to remember
The body of yesterday,
The voice and the air.
You cannot forget the light,
Or its dimming to a nothing hollow and
How geometry feels in the dark,
Later against you nude=
How I traced, the
Nailed finger tips in a swishing of some clothes
Pushing against you, warm still self.
Hold me till I stay,
My breasts, my stomach and my hair
-the compressions in your mind.