The sound of you is difficult.
Your body hums like it is working
and my bones repeat the sound.
But they do not understand it.

The white walls go gold by the light
of your skin as you pause to rest.
Your profile leans down to your shoulder
and I see your skin kiss.

Dragging your palm along
to feel the imperfections, you rumble
like a box of lemons sticking and giving way.
I've tried to forget that smell.

The sweet breeze like crumpled leaves
gathers around my feet. And I'm left
hanging by the rope of confusion
as your shadow fades down the hall.