when her teeth are in my hipbone
it is about her, but
when it's over and she goes
to draw a bath

I reach over and put my hand
on your absence

you have never even been here,
between these sheets
but you have been in this room,
and seen from this window

the same thing I stare at every night
that you keep me from sleeping

I envy all of them, the men
who have yet to close their eyes with you
beside them, and wake to the smell of
your morning hair

I hate every one of those who may
touch you as I never will

we shall always be alone, you and I
always empty as the nest we found
two summers ago
near the river by your house

if you forget the weekend we spent
reading the poems of Leonard Cohen
and swimming together
in the waters of the poor

I will forgive you and
remind you how perfect it was

if you forget me telling you
that your eyes reminded me of robin's eggs
or that your freckles were like the stars
of a perfect summer night

I will wait and hope
that someday you will remember

and write a poem about it.

I like the title Jay and the way you weave the tale toward its ultimate conclusion.

Les

I love the first line. And the last one too.

Jay. Well written. I've known this kind of haunting too- and live with it still...

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Hey Jay
On the rare occasions when I log into emule poems, I seek out your work.
I know I will never be disappointed. And I am right, again.

Stephen

Hmmmmmm I wish this was written about meeeeeeee.

Thank you all ... and Stephen, I don't write much anymore, but don't stop seeking. I appreciate it.

Yup, Jay. Dificult to write a poem and have sexual intercourse simultaneously. But not impossible.
From one who knows.

Stephen

Hey....not bad. enjoyable read as always...."freckles like the stars
of a perfect summer night"....beautiful.

Why, thank you old friend.

I like the way you make the deam remain alive, hanging in memory. It is best real there! I enjoyed this!

Dreambabe likes those lines best, because she has freckles.

Actually, that is my favourite line too.

Brucefur

There are but a handful of poets' work I do
still seek out on my few ghostly ventures in these
days, your's included.

~

wicked