Poem: Standing

Oh yeah . . . just glimpses of memory.


Behind you,
watching your reflection
brush its teeth

Near enough
to smell your hair,
the skin at the back of your neck

At a distance,
diving for the impossible shot,
landing on your belly

Lying in the grass
Sun bleeding through the trees,
dappling your skin

On forgotten streets,
dodging pedestrians,
intent on the laundry and life

Close enough to feel your breasts,
the long slow curve at the small of your back
Breathing, just breathing

yet far away
Always standing near
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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