Sunday, March 30, 2014

Blindsided


Your body was my Braille
I learned to read each scar
each rise and fall with fingertips
in the dark of night.

I lay my head upon your chest
listening to the rhythm
of your heart calming
after the passion was spent

I breathed your scent
memorizing the tartness of sweat
the sweetness of your breath
the taste of salt on your skin.

for a lifetime it seemed
we were joined by our senses
taste, touch, smell, sound, sight
memorizing one another.

Now we sleep apart,
separated
by wounds that left scars
we cannot touch or trace.

I wonder if/when/how
I will forget
the landscape
that is your body

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