i am forgetting

i am forgetting your face

and your odd twists of phrase.

the way you'd relunctantly say,

'you're very sweet'

like you were above

the raw sentimentality

i held on display.

and the taking--

with roxanne playing in the background.

but now

i am becoming him

and the way he smells when he sleeps.

the soft noises he makes

when i kiss his neck and ears

the way the collars of his shirts smell

like he's here.

i want his blue eyes always trained on me

and i want his blue-eyed babies.

i want to feel his weight

over every inch of my body

i want his hands on my feet

and in my hair.

i want him to keep me.