You have been
in my rooms
left traces
of that togetherness
without which
eyes would be blind
hearing impaired
and senses numbed

as I clear up
after a weekend of intensity
proximity
juxtapositions
incredibilities
soulbaring nakedness
I come across you

the cup I rinsed
still shimmered from
the imprint of your lips
your silky night gown
flung in lusty abandonnement
runs shivers down my back

the wine-glass
lip-glossed
the butterfly cup
rim-licked
the toothbrush
leaning towards me
by the bathroom mirror

all these traces of you
made possible
by fundamental attraction
to me, to me, of all people
to me

these traces
i would not
have remembered as well
if you were coming again
but you are not