Poem for the reasons we never recognized. They all have their own faces.
Day eight
Poem for the smoothness of your skin. The way you feel in my mouth.
Day nine
Poem for the gifts I gave you which you never received. Could we try again? Let’s try again.
Day ten
Poem for too many memories. Or just the one. Or too few.
Day eleven
Poem for your perfect feet. Beautiful. On the mountains.
Day twelve
Poem for the ghost that inhabits every picture I have. It’s always the whisper of you.
Day thirteen
Poem for every possibility. Choose something. Give yourself to it. Give yourself to me.
Day fourteen
Poem for the beginning and the end. All the joy. Please let there be joy.
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