Learning Your Lines

It has begun to rain and
I count its minutes washing away
The dirt of yesterday

In the hollow basement silence
I attempt to commit to memory the unadorned places I’ve kissed you
Before they’re washed away as well—

Shoulder blade. 
Palm. 
Cheek stubble. 
Letters in your name. 

I consider pooling the falling rain in my arms
To show you what I’ve found 
Later—

That you, too, embody
The smell of springtime


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