I carried the memory with me for weeks
of the smell of your warm, masculine energy
always overlaid with hints of suede.
I positively stooped to rest my flaming cheek
against your muscled shoulder blade
as you sat reviewing your hand of cards.
This is me, standing always behind you
lending you courage to risk greater sums.
This is me stooping to raise you up.
This is me.
You always smell like suede
and the memory of it haunts me
when you've gone away.

05/15/2006

Posted on 05/15/2006
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