Friday, February 20, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Leaves

You leave
Fingernail scratches to
Form soft
Creases
In my heart, while
I remember you by beige candle
Light
Moving away in
Waves of silken kisses and blows that
Bruise, then are left
Like the single earring
Which
Always
Disappears
It is only your last smile decorating my
Neck
Ever after
You leave