Afterwards

I sit, idly flipping
through pages of this
book or that magazine,
images of sculpted gods
and overly slender would-be
nymphs leave little
impression upon my
thoughts.

They can't.

I spend my time with them
to avoid looking at the clock,
picking up the phone,
smashing things out of
hand. Anything to let
me stay calm and remember
you as you were.

Smiling

Such an enthusiastic one, with
teeth that my tongue aches
at not caressing. The way your
infectious giggles made my
whole day sparkle and rise,
making me want to do
anything.

Anything but have to rely
on something as suspect as
memory to piece you back
together--curves and hips,
the way my fingers fit inside
of you so well, turning those
giggles into gasps as you
bore down on me,
my hand,
my shoulders,

My heart.