September 19, 2006

Awakening Alone

When I fell
asleep, you were
you, and I
was I
and all my love
was printed on your skin
and all your love
was stamped into my flesh.

I fell asleep
smelling of you,
your taste in my mouth,
your body firmly clasped
between my limbs.
I fell asleep
in love.

When I awoke,
you were
not there, and I
did not know
where I was. I was
& smelling stale
desire, tasting
sour milk,
and staring into
the chasm
of the indentation
on your pillow.

Fall 2003.

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