That scent you wear still lingers in my hair
I tuck a lock under my nose like a moustache
Breathe you in and let you go again on a sigh
Your hands and mouth play Beethoven
The joy I wept still puddled on the couch
I stare at the stain for a moment
Coming a little unravelled once more
Before I tackle it with my Resolve
Tangle myself in the sheets as we were
Legs, arms, fingers, tongues all playing
Twister on the same color
The ice cubes still dancing in the glass
And I wonder if they taste like me
I think of how you take me with you
Captured there in your lens
A few more pictures for our gallery as if
You curate enough of these pieces of me
I might be yours forever
“Mine” you said with your hand on my breast
And my eyes said “Yes I am” with tongue in cheek
My mouth knows better than to speak it aloud
It makes our cloud dark and heavy to
Talk about practical things like rain
When I’m wet for you with a whisper
Of your fingers on my flesh
I feel your lips laugh on the top of my head
And it’s in that moment I know
I’m not the only one here
And I am the only one