the last droplet of the sea leaving your hair as you slide into your linen top
i loved seeing your hair dry as the sun reveals the brown
in our home rested on the sunlight counter was your 16 oz face wash
i leaned against the wall as you’d wash your face, eyes shut tight, eyebrows quarlled
your hairs always fell and i never hesitated to catch them
the floors to bed were creeky
they thought us trespassers to our own home
for this night i wanted such thoughts gone
the smell of oranges drying on the sea stained floor
ill covered by the kitchen towel
salt from the sea still in my ears, my fingernails
my letters witnessing their contemplation
you used my computer to search for an address
never knew where you went, but you’d come back
i never pestered for information
i can’t stand scary movies and im learning that i don’t like lemon
our cusp of dawn phone calls
when the sky was nothing but blue
i can hear you walk down the hall
the nausea of tomorrow stirring in my chest
the string from your dress loosely following behind you
what’s the reason to lay salty and dry?
still as our bodies wrap and lock
come to me once more my love
so many options at the buffet
in your letter you said you liked them best
but what exactly did you mean
i’m embarrassed to not have finished what i chose
does that say something about me in your astrology book?
to live but deny passion, your shame and mine
i’ll say it even if you don’t
somewhere in between death and life, we’re heaven
and you’d say it when i wouldn’t
heady, with whirring that filled my body
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