Thursday, February 5, 2009
Babovka in the bath
The cake is sweet and dry
the outside, creating a crust
and when you place it
in your mouth, it's quickly moist
My body should be haggard from
last night's activities, but
it only feels sleepy, as if
those were the most innocent of touches
When I came home I dreamed I had
never left you, and we kissed
while we slept and you stirred beside me
Until I realized that was Lydia,
and you and I had already said goodbye