time

within a few short instants
a shared moment of bliss becomes
a memory:
smoothing with hot pressure,
wrinkling
at the touch.

how do i know
that what i felt was real?
how do i know
that what you did was true?

It lingers,
a question mark,
as i move forward,
deciphering the parameters of infinite minutes
crowded prickling beneath my skin

01.15.08