Indices of Refraction

In her body I had mine.

In her body I had mine.

the tender parts of me existing

in the space between 

her touch-

the reflection 

of my lines, leaked

into recollection of the light 

on her skin.

assume to taste the smoke escaping 

from her lips,

ears pressed against her breast-

but I transcribe merely

wilting shadows at dawn.

to find phrase, to excuse 

to cease nocturnal turn,

to resolve the days dissolved, 

and to absolve

the spayed and incomplete.

but in this

I pervert you;

the bergamot and lavender,

lace curtains and rain,

a rising impression on damp grass-

just memories now

real only as the words

that remain-

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