i don’t know
but i wish i could sneak away
and find it
a place where i imagine the memories
line shelves like leather bound books
i would trace their spines
with my fingers
as i walk the aisles
in no hurry to leave
drinking in each moment
lingering on my favorites
i would study every handprint
left on my skin with a magnifying glass
and replay every secret desire
whispered against my ear
memorizing the nuances in your voice
did it catch as my fingers
trailed the inside of your leg?
i would count every orgasm
and every “i love you”
i would read
and reread
each chapter
just to pass the time
until we write the next
June 21, 2018
