… it’s gone
but not forgotten.

there

a souvenir
issues forth

it’s gone
and before
until
just a moment
before
or until

I will stop
and ache
to drink

you’re in

sides
slowly
tongue slips
(slip o’ the tongue)
on wet teeth.

saliva
like your
sweet juices
(come calling to my tongue)
remind me
in my thirst
that it’s gone

with my slow finger
I trace
the smooth brown
slowly
in circles now
in
sis (terly)
tent circles
(encampments)
I gently raise my finger
to order another bourbon

’cause this one’s gone.