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[bbear]

for T______.

how can i sleep now?
every lingering scent of you,
lingering still.
on my hands, in my skin,
in my hair, on my tongue.

i hope my hands remember all this.
my fingertips as tongues, tasting smooth skin, licking every line,
gorging my memory in you.

fleeting woman,
last minute lover...

you cant leave yet.
the bottle hasnt been killed.

sjb '04