Cocoa

Cigarette breaths and icy mints.
Do smoke next to me, into me
once again.
I’ve trembled for your memory.
Close, birthing deep inside; slowly
‘neath my skin.

Slender hair and even slender neck.
Creep your hands around my elbow
once again.
Medicated, I do not wish for this
unease with which you speak
of your limbs.

You’re scouting in the doorway,
for tails of creatures we won’t capture
once again.
Water, knives, black t-shirts, golden hair.
The Sun on your breast, the scenes
on your lenses.