Swagazine #2

i.
close my eyes
just to feel the softness
of you as i remember it
the taste of you
the saltiness of the skin
below your navel
and the strange sweetness
of your mouth
and the dry, gentle brush
of your lips on my face
and the warmth of your body
as it slides through
imaginary sheets
in a room i hardly remember
it has been so long
the touch fades
and the sheets fall away
and you are distant
and changed
and i am lying here
with your memory
held tight in my arms
because i fear letting go
of something that has
already gone and moved on
and left me here
consoling myself with the
imagined touch of your hands
and your lips
on her soft dark skin
as she holds you
as i hold your memory
and you tell her you love her
and i whisper the same

ii.
whispers collect in my mind
like fragments of
the broken pottery
that held my tears and the
dust of my shattered hopes
a comfortable depression
obscuring it all
a hazy sensation of
will-be's and want-to's
obliterated by regret
and longing for the past
wanting to feel safe again
bodies pressed close
and sleeping.

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