Words hang from your shirttail
Stand still while I copy them down
it will only take a moment.
You leashed an I love you note
to the collar of my white shirt
then left behind your scent
on my pillow.
Pull away other-
wise you will see
a drowning in disguise.
A wistful pleasure vision
swirling time in your mouth
in the dying embers of
whispers and laughter.
Water trails create deep
trenches along our skin.
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