Sunday, July 17, 2005

Last night


Last night
I felt your breath on my neck.

I put on my clothes and shoes;
left a note
taped to the door.

I left you.

At home the sun
was being filtered through the linen curtain
of my bedroom window.

Unbuttoned, unzipped, unclothed
I sank into my bed.
I smelled of you
and of too much to drink
--Written June 26, 2004


Semperviva said...

i like it except the last line cause its as if u undue the meaning of everything before it like oh well that was the alcohol talkin

innommable said...

lol... that's a very funny response to this poem... lol... love it!