Your turquoise voice
Los Gatos Mannequins

Cartography of Sent

You sent me home
I, unwilling, left, wanting to prolong the moment, not wanting to let go.
Your scent lingered
Surrounding me in the car
As a flower unfolding its fragrance.
Your face
Beautiful in my head
Would not go away.
I keep revisiting your touch
Your smooth body under
Your new clothes;
Your turquoise voice;
Your delicate indirection.
Words unsaid
Reaction unspoken
Deep into my brain.