i'll write a letter telling you
those words we'd spin together
into glittering dazzling turns of phrase
would turn me on
the way you softly sipped your paper cup elixir

and do you remember those nights

how starlight sketched your features and
those other things i almost dare not mention

how we blended milk and sugar into
something like perfection, only not as

flawed

like the damp sheets of my bed, like waking up
alone i couldn't remember your face