I listen to your smile
–hear it Doppler in the void—
touching your pain
–almost ruefully
–almost tenderly
funny bone pulsing high Q
I see your teeth
(polished w grit)
yell: oW!
(and at length)
I smell your doubt,
too–
in gulp
after
gulp–
the scent of you
indiscernible
–in all these carved
pathways
–annihilating
my memory.
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