The day you caught the train.

[Keith]

Lace patterns project
on morning magnolia,
white cotton twists
tight to moist skin.

Street runs busy below,
scaling walls to chatter.
Your shape slides deep,
warmth sighs beneath.

A petal pressed in memories.
wafer thin shadows call time,
no final drop to sip,
my tongue tripped.

Slipped away with wine stains,
shiver drops a tear's cold trace,
embrace belies we that wake,
already in another place.