the drag of a blunt nail across a lower lip--
the purples and sables
of your dress--the sineal curve
of your hair
tossed into the wind
that touched
your face.
i stood behind you and that same
wind blew
against me.
remembered perfumes, later,
bright in mind as colors.
lips pressed into a palm like milk.
lips lapping each other.
i said your name
and reached
inside.