i saw you in your tuxedo, you looked like a movie star

Do you remember the salt air of that February? How

every pine folded inward with rot and

the robins sang of the spring to come?

It guides my every action

that moral compass hanging round my neck and

I search for the shape of your teeth

in every mouth I kiss

I dream of you all the time

of the coolness of your mattress and

the slope of your back in black cloth

And you’re just so good

so very good

In the linen pockets of your

fine, ironed suit I

wish I could sew myself

into the lining and

the wire of your glasses and the

exhale of smoke from

your lips I

can picture it still

And I wonder if you recall

how the moonlight fell sidelong on my face

obscured you in shadow

Glinting eyes like stars

This music makes me sick with what-if’s

and I reread everything I’ve written for you

when the skies get dark

and the weather starts to tremble

once again