July 20, 2011


Morning arrives,
the still freshly scented sheets are tangled,
wrapping me in a 300 count cocoon
Bones and sore muscles stretch
as I reach over to your side of the bed
Empty and alone
Cold and rumpled
Yet your scent lingers on there
Opening one eye, I peer over and seek
where the pillow still holds the form of you
beside me.
Tingling all over as I remember what we shared
-- the spots where sharp teeth left a mark on me
-- the flavor of musk cologne upon my bottom lip
-- the feel of thick fingers where they clutched my head
Memories are splatters of warmed molasses that slowly ooze
around in my mind to burn these senses once more.

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