Some nights
When I begin to feel your loss repeat,
I only miss your teeth.
I search for marks in mirrors, those
Half karat rubies
You pressed into my neck.
Now, after you, I
Finger ghost marks you left behind
Listen whispers of your gospel pillow-talk,
Remember you
Plumb that hot-tongued land grown cold.
Now, after you, I
Recite love spells you used to moan
Spy the green of your eyes in eyes shut tight to mine,
Remember you
Ruin my yearned-body and leave the heart alone.
Now, after you, I
Hate crave of gentle slaps you would surprise
Make new echoes of hip bone pops against stranger skin,
Remember you
Give me that easy-laughed girl and say goodbye.
Your teeth have gone,
Yet you stay with me
Some tiny, tenuous shadow.
Now, after you,
I.
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