It has begun to rain and
I count its minutes washing away
The dirt of yesterday
In the hollow basement silence
I attempt to commit to memory the unadorned places I’ve kissed you
Before they’re washed away as well—
Shoulder blade.
Palm.
Cheek stubble.
Letters in your name.
I consider pooling the falling rain in my arms
To show you what I’ve found
Later—
That you, too, embody
The smell of springtime
—
c
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
It has begun to rain and
I count its minutes washing away
The dirt of yesterday
In the hollow basement silence
I attempt to commit to memory the unadorned places I’ve kissed you
Before they’re washed away as well—
Shoulder blade.
Palm.
Cheek stubble.
Letters in your name.
I consider pooling the falling rain in my arms
To show you what I’ve found
Later—
That you, too, embody
The smell of springtime
—
c
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