the patchwork pattern of my city reflects
the quilted rectangular lakes of yours
museums, palaces, and parks
plotted perfectly with an artistic eye
in my ears, the Nordic night still serenades
as it did when I balanced on the back
of your bike as you pedaled forward
each rotation bringing us closer and closer
my hands pulse with the rhythm of your chest
the cycle of air in your lungs, emptying and filling
surrendering carbon dioxide to the harbor
exchanging oxygen for your blood
your phantom scent still haunts me
convincing me that your cells must be
embedded in the fibers of my scarf,
clinging to the strands of my hair and inside of me
you linger on my tongue and like everything,
alters the taste of all that comes after
so I wonder if you've damaged the receptors
and robbed me of every future bittersweetness
but soon the exhausted summer sun will rest
and I will forget these hungry fantasies
our sweaty impatience, the cadence of our cravings
my satisfied sigh, and the symmetry of your face
Thursday, August 23, 2012
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