i haven't seen your
anemone eyes in too long;
my mouth has already forgotten
the pressure of your cinnamon sugar lips

our three a.m. ramblings have
faded in my memory; your sweet
murmurings washed away like
snow dissolving in the rain

the lilting melody of your
breath on the back of my neck
turned sharp and floated away; i
no longer need your goosebumps

and you mean nothing to me
because nothing is perfect
and you're my perfection