Which?

Was that your breath which

riffled the waters,

shivered me, made me pull up

my collar?

 

Was that your whisper which

I strained to hear,

craning my neck amidst

busy-ness?

 

Was that your touch which

tightened my scrotum and

made me sweat on a

cold night?

 

Was that your laugh which

sent me stupidly searching

the dense heave of a

dark bar?

 

Was that your face which

I glimpsed from a crowded bus,

hemmed in and unable to

get off?

 

Was that you?

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Comments

  • bulltlr1  On September 28, 2011 at 6:05 pm

    I liked this…

  • lifethroughblueeyes  On November 18, 2011 at 11:11 pm

    I seem to have missed this one, and it is now a favorite. The urgency contained in the words is like an itch beneath the skin.

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