All My Senses
I.
I held your face in my hands
and then I held your face in my hands.
Your beard is greyer than I remember, your eyes still
distant blue. The smell of you, your body
pressed against my memory of it - like that, yes.II.
I'll need a vase.
The black one upstairs
on the shelf
over by the chest. Be careful - there's old
water in it.III.
That muffled sound behind you: our gorilla
boarded up within the wall - how we wrestled with that one!
both dreaming at the same time.
Remember its smeared features, how it twisted in our grasp?
Here - taste.