She Wore Love Like an Old T-shirt

CC0

I can walk my lips
along the lines of ocean,
know your curves
into the deep blue sea
with me — god, baby,
where’d you go?
The whales are singing our song.
We were going to dance,
remember?
You just laughed.

Take it out, love,
top drawer, left,
love — full of holes,
she knows every one
from rolling on the floor,
one from her cigarette
and two where my lips burned through
to touch the skin beneath,
like milk to a cat
I would have licked all night.

“Mr. Houston,” she called me,
like making love on the floor,
her voice made my muscles contract
she — god, baby,
where’d you go?
We were going to dance
with the jellyfish,
our shoes full of sky,
we were going to dance,
where’d you go?