Thursday, December 31, 2009

you, always

i do think that i am
hallucinating
the scent of you
that couldn't have possibly held on to my skin
hours past when i
begrudgingly
lifted myself from my safe place
next to your warm
safe
body
to trudge
into the wilderness
of life outside
of the reality
we've created for
each other
it is practically
impossible
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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