Dust

Gray clings, gritty, to tongue,

teeth, gums; sticks like paste,

like hunger, like emptiness

given filmy form, absent of

substance.

Yet heavy, now, how it won't

let me forget what it's like

to taste you, tame you, fill

my mouth, my chest with you.

Weightless where you danced

by the window, so brilliant

& gilded--rendered bland

with spit & imprisonment.