Let me pin your loose edges with my lips,
To watch the sweet bloom spread across your chest.
You kiss like eating glass, static unrest;
I can only keep you under my hips
For so long, before you drift off as ships
Drift, no direction, aimless on the crest.
With abrupt clicks and zips, I fade undressed
Into pale sheets, cold at my fingertips.
Where will you go now, easing from the dark
Glass of face to face, narrow on the plain?
Gone too soon, too late; as the dawning spark
Of new dims at last, leaving only stark
Colors: reds on white, ephemeral stain.
Lone memory, ever, remains the mark.
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