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 email@example.com