can i taste you still?* it seems like      your tongue is slipping
from my mind as quick as    you left the room      /in a hurry
every   single               pore i want to feel:       a non-romance.
can i carry you through           every layer of dirt and soil    ?
i hold only your           pinky finger          through the crowd
of dead flowers and rotting mice                                     i cant
(don t want to) imagine your  face wrinkle in disdain for me
just          wait     until                 tomorrow               morning   .