How soon the body forgets
The jazz on mute of it all.
But a memory is just a memory,
Skin melts to touch.

Your rudimentary routine,
That security blanket
Thick between us.
I’ve no intention of replacing or removing
… Air out, perhaps…
Fold neatly back in place…
Infrequently always.

Solely yours to burn or to embrace.
And only mine to kiss my teeth at.