I have stared and studied love

Squinted and marveled and made all my focus the little elements and large motions 

Of 

But in my memory

All eyes

All feet

All kisses

Burn one flame
Melt to one

Grotesque amorphous body barely seen

A waxing monster in the shadows 

Thighs

Where lips are looked for 

Or a laugh

When the back of the neck is sought 

No hair

Until hair is conjured

No hand to hold

But a hundred hands together

When hand is spoken

Despite my memory

I long for you

Ever surprising comfort

Refuge from the haunting

Of your shade