Continually
Over and over I see your face-
as it appeared before we separated.
So, we had made the same faux pas-
as hundreds of people before us
by letting go of love.
I envision you with another person
and think about your hands
on some other woman’s skin.
Your hips aroused in a tattoo
against someone else.
I lift a hand and trail it
along my face close my eyes
and exhale.
It’s a two step
in the wrong direction my friend
where lovers windup in a world
of corruption.
We tried and failed
to reach the biosphere
or realness.
Descend into bed
and contort on my side
the summers breeze caresses my naked thighs
censoring me of all these fabrications.
I close my eyes and evaporate into another night-
of tangibility.
All over
I live this as a sentiment
inside my skin again...
