Dinner At Josephine's

I watched your fingers in the candle light;

Your rings shone differently at every angle like phases of the moon,

And even your open leather jacket glowed like foxfire

As we sat with only window glass and our shifting reflections

Between us and the rain outside in the street.

It all follows me like fog, you know.

It rises like mist right through me,

And I am the one left wavering, insubstantial,

Remembering the moon

Remembering your fingers

Remembering our single tender kiss--

All I'll ever have

Of you.

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