I can taste you tonight
between these teeth
and breaths of yesterday.

The acrid aftertaste of your glory
mingles with my disappointment,
a harsh reminder of the way
we left the world at night's end.

I can only see the smile
as it drips from your lips,
crystallising and falling
to the ground - becoming
sand around my feet,
between my toes.

Thick and fast.
Dragging me under
with its fickle structure
and stretching my skin
between heat and chilling cold.

We drank summer expectation
from the hollowed out coconut shells
of an equatorial wonderland.

You reminded me that
I could escape the city
in my own backyard.

But Cinderella always
ends the night dining alone
and you left me to ponder
the termination of laughter
with my own sorry thoughts
and the dull thud of
reality in my ears.

And though you serenaded me
with words and notes,
crafted to perfection,
the click of my stiletto heels
on the pavement is the
only song I recall
with shattering clarity.

02/28/2004

Author's Note: It doesn't end the way I'd like it to but it will do for now.

Posted on 02/28/2004
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