I Spoon You From Memory
I spoon you from memory, taste your savor
in the pressed dark ice of wine
from an upturned glass, in delicate swirls
of cocoa and almond.
I glimpse you in the blink of cinema projectors
stuttering to life, in a shared
kaleidoscope of autumns, in sunglass-filtered
Your scent wafts up from me, decanted
on my scarf, in wool, on silk,
mixed in with the season’s effervescence,
Chloe, l'Air du Temps.
I hear your voice in my own voice’s quaver
as if you mouthed my songs,
cantilevering your sweet dissonance
into an imagined duet.
Your fingerprints linger on my cheek, pressed
on my skin like charms,
dragonfly, amethyst, orchid, pearl; linger
like the braille of last night’s kiss.