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A Drip-Dry Memory

Your hands linger now as prints upon my mind.
I became a glove for your love.

I gave you my tongue
so you could speak a moment of ecstasy.

You gave me Cauliflower Cheese,
the only meal you could cook.

Then when you were done
with my squishy love,
you left on a bus, never to return.

That was back then
when cakes were left out in the rain,
when poets wore bell-bottoms.

I recall it rained for days
in our love-stained apartment.

The mattress survived, 
but all too soon, 
it forgot how to talk 
like you used to.

Copyright © Eric Ashford

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