leaving traces in my mind
the lines written on your back
crisscrossing like a map
of a confused and beautiful city
words wrapping over your hips
your smile holds more than meaning
beneath your emerald gaze
i work in plum and cherry
strawberry and sweat
brushes tickling teasing
titillating tips of twilight tracery
pictures in my mind
memory being what it is
will likely fade away
but not before again
I find a canvas
rose and hewn
all at once remarkable