I find pieces of you
Wedged in the strangest places
Tucked loosely behind my ear
A hair that kissed the nape of my neck which
Synchronized with your searching jaws

You linger
Tugging like gravity
On the edges of my lips

Once so defined
Now a fading chalk outline
Sketched   by your tricky nimble fingers
Molded by hands
I thought I knew
But this shape is unfamiliar

Elastic skin that won’t shape over bones
Tracing down my skin
Your fingerprints are brand marks now

-  GNE