I recall your ribcage
and her hands
I remember the back of his neck
and I remember all of the affection I traced there
With you I felt so sweet, when you called me sweet
My fingers, hands and lips have so much more sweetness to give
There are pages more of sad poems to draft
And there is more to me than longing
But you, you must become my static memory of you
With traces of love and kindness sealing your lips together
my hands and arms wrap you in couch cushions
and strands of my hair and a faded mutual desire
and lay you to rest
