i remember your mouth
its full swell of lip
almost a girl’s

and oh those kisses
those whole grain kisses
lacing
my blue, blue ruin.

and oh the rythms
the casual rhythms of your tongue
sharpening, sharpening my body

and later the white whispers
that
unraveled
a brittle, brittle silence

i remember your mouth
pressed soft
pressed cool
pressed mute
against my neck
when the poetry was gone