Swimming til dark

i know more of warm breezes
and salt water
than
cool nights under stars
under blankets
under you

and
anything i've ever known of it
are false memories:
turning leaves,
snow fall
her enigmatic

hip
sway

all
novel outlines
bits of
broken
melodies
from discarded
soundtracks

but i feel your
warm bed
and cabin smoke
in my heart
i touch the cold
breath on my neck

i found it
here
sipping
the poison
of
your
poetry