my hands touch her warm flesh
floating across her skin as if
guided by some unseen
the curves of her shoulders,
the flow of her waist
the softness of her
I am humbled by her body
from the hole inside me
as I say, see you soon, babe,
leaving the room, with a sigh
the tubes are
the alarm sounds and together we breathe goodbye.
Robert Smith is a poet originally from Outside of Buffalo, NY, who lived in California, but now lives in Georgia. His Twitter page @rasmithii says he tweets his poems “from an airport near you.”
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