Thursday, December 31, 2009

you, always

i do think that i am
the scent of you
that couldn't have possibly held on to my skin
hours past when i
lifted myself from my safe place
next to your warm
to trudge
into the wilderness
of life outside
of the reality
we've created for
each other
it is practically
that a scent could
last beyond
the shower we shared
the soap i dropped
the many squirts of lotion
the numerous surfaces i've touched
since taking my hand away
from the power of your back--

i swear, i still smell you on my hands
like i've just wiped the sweat from your brow
in the haze
of our normality.

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