19 January 2012


I wonder if you've
noticed that I kiss
you to prepare you
to be kissed, if you've
noticed the deep breath

I heave when you walk
in the door, the five
fingers that drum the
cup of your hip each
night before we sleep.

And notice the five
syllables per line
and the five lines per
stanza and that this
poem will have five

stanzas. I notice
the day before it
arrives. It is like
a smell, but more
internal knowledge.

Like I've gone over
this ground before, this
day and minute logged
in a memory
of taste, sound, and touch.