| After the Warmth is Gone |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Monday, 04 December 2006 | |
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After the Warmth is Gone
The pillow still traps the last memory of scent,
The body sweat and heated breath. Your hair still slows the draining water As it washes between my soap white breasts. My nipples are posed for your fingers' touch, My eyes are closed, remembering your hand, The knock on the door as you come in, The waters rushing around our bodies. I turn, reach for the towel, And notice your earring on the bathroom floor. I ache, And stumble To the empty bed. Copyright Lisa Jain Thompson December 9, 1995 |
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