Thursday, December 19, 2013

Sillage

Ephemeral the presence of you when you are gone,
that drift of atoms, molecules which speak;
the imprint of your being, is on me and all things,
eternal in its gift; your nature full unique.

The body energetic does permeate all things,
when presence has so clearly been removed;
skin speaks in drift of perfume where you were,
and so the act of leaving is reproved.

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