November 11, 2020

not a promise

a kiss is not a claim 

or promise

your fingers do not tattoo her

mark her yours

her fierce responsiveness

is not your doing

not alone

but part of her

herself

she will forget you

the bed, remade,

is hers again

your name will linger

no longer than smoke

from the snuffed candle

this is how you do it

and if it works for you

dear boy,

believe me,

it works very well

for her.




3 comments:

ashes, ashes...

some of the worst days come when we are nostalgic about something we never really had: true love, certainty, time... our memories hold false...