The warp and curve
Of my life,

Were designed,
(On some other shore)

To lose you.

Smoke I cannot grasp.

But
Before I do,
Know this,

I will never, ever
Ever
Forget
The feel of you.

And the breath
Of your pleasure
Within my ear.

The shy
Tensing,
Of the muscles
In your back.

Calves
Around
And around,
The helpless shores
Of my life.

Ocean's buoy
Flashing to memory.

Between the
Cold operating room
Of my birth,

And
The cold wooden feel

Of my death.

 

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