A resolve despite her loss

She turns our vinyl to its B-side

undoes all the kissing

erases all her words

now her whispers cut into me

and the residual luxury of her skin burns into mine

in fiery memory of our sunlit night.

Still, my soul billows in the wind

like fresh sails on familiar sea, made foreign

by her lips, haunting like ash in my burning mouth;

her cinnamon fingers and amber eyes seize my ribs

and crush me with grace, and other soft movements

she emits—

yes, this is my heart’s storyline and beat—

my soul’s repose for which

I’d searched forlorn

all life long.


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