Not even the body of a lover—remembered,
of course, as all there is, in the end, is
memory—can ease you back to any place
you’d ever want to say you know
like the back of that lover’s neck after love.
Not even the body of a lover—remembered,
of course, as all there is, in the end, is
memory—can ease you back to any place
you’d ever want to say you know
like the back of that lover’s neck after love.