I wrote this poem last night.... and it will undoubtedly be revised. I just felt like I needed to put it out there, give it voice. When I get that calling, I know I need to share my words.... and more likely than not, the words are meant for a specific someone that I don't even know.

Without any further banter.......

This Him Will Do

I can still smell him

On the ridge above my lip

Just under my nose

Just hours ago

Our lips touched and I said

I missed you and he said

I missed you, too and I said

Did you say you missed me, too?

And he said, Yes.

The entire conversation was had

Without either pair of lips

Leaving the other pair of lips

And I thought

I am pitiful

So here I sit

Still smelling him

On the ridge above my lip

He sleeps, his head

Resting on the pillow I left

The door locked behind me

As I slipped out into the night

Once again

Feeling vaguely unsatisfied

And restless

I need to get up and wipe off his smell

But instead, I stay still and remember

That I enjoy smelling a man’s smell

And if it can’t be the other him

This him will do, for now

And I know

I am pitiful

I can still smell him

On the ridge above my lip

Just under my nose