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Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Missing by Traci Brimhall

I put on your shirt
and rubbed my nose
on your collar
to remember the smell
of your chest on mine.

I fit a finger on each
button, finding them
stiff and unfamiliar
without the usual
press of desire.

You’re still fresh here,
my sheets still reeking,
where only last night
we lay like two commas,
curled around each other.

And only this morning
I pulled your tongue
into my mouth
so our bodies could talk,
but there was silence.

From: http://www.2river.org/2RView/11_2/poems/brimhall.html

Date: 2007

By: Traci Brimhall (1982- )