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In Your Rainy Memory

5 Jul

I love post-shower drips, I inform him,

watching leaky trees choreograph silver missiles,

and so enamored am I by the perfect roundness of his belly button,

the brownness of the eyes that follow my tongue,

that your shadow slips away unnoticed

and I sleepily type in retrospect

this perfunctory ode to you,

a forgotten love.