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.