Speak low, or I will fall outside my body again.
Just last night I fell asleep while we were on the telephone
hair wet so I can recollect the memory in my ringlets

today
tangling out your love salt, perspiration sand, and touch
it to my tongue, remember how we made love.

How easy these are to forget when my heart does not fit in
between the ribcage you grew hard against.
Press yourself to me, and I still do not feel the throb.

Today,
I can only leave little notes on the skin
drop small baby hints of what I knew you felt at the time.