As You Leave


The powdery smell of your cologne lingers
For a heartbeat after you leave
The silky smooth whiskey taste of your lips
Coats my own in your essence

The image of your face bending slowly to mine
Your hands holding my wrists
Locked below, entwined, legs spread, heaving
Dances behind my eyes

Delicate traceries of maps drawn on beading skin
Ghost gently, imprinted memories
Tracing, evoking, remembering that tonight, I will 
See you, taste you, feel you again

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