The Watermarks Across My Skin #18

Where my fingertips begin yours used to start,

We were the pieces of comets that pull into planet belts.

I remember you most in Picasso’s Rose Period paintings or

When someone unwittingly quotes our old conversations at noon-

How we used to talk and you used to stare at that

Old Italian restaurant.

The first course tastes a lot like our first week together;

I can remember our palette the same way

You remember me when it rains.

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