even you have forgotten
what you're looking for
in the folds of your decaying
jeans
enticed by the curve of a pale slender arm
you watch her
smoke a cigarette down to the filter
counting the freckles on her
nose
she's barely a child
i fold away the winter sheets
and
open a window to let the spring air flow inside
dancing on my
cheeks
i remember breathing you air
and how it tasted warm and
fleshy
her breath is like honey to your eager mouth
i fill the
rooms with cut lilacs
their scent will shroud
the lilies
