You have been
in my rooms
left traces
of that togetherness
without which
eyes would be blind 

hearing impaired
and senses numbed

as I clear up 

after a weekend of intensity
proximity
juxtapositions
incredibilities
soulbaring nakedness
I come across you

the cup I rinsed 
still shimmered from
the imprint of your lips 
your silky night gown
flung in lusty abandonnement
runs shivers down my back

the wine-glass
lip-glossed
the butterfly cup
rim-licked
the toothbrush
leaning towards me
by the bathroom mirror

all these traces of you
made possible
by fundamental attraction
to me, to me, of all people

to me