LOVE EXIT

     Spit and the talk was of
     how your debt was lessening.
     The saliva hovering
     over a sleeveless blouse.
     My arms lattice to your growth.
     Kisses that once reminded me of the sea,
     they rolled like waves
     covering the falling away.
     I have a beer coaster with your name on it,
     and glass that has squandered the opaque.

Colin James may be reached at colinrichardjames@yahoo.com