still

i remember her flavor
it remains on my lips
and how i wish
it were not so
the deep green reflection
of her eyes
bright as taxis
on sixth avenue
her softness
absorbing my angles
the cruelty of desire
the vanity of conviction
the soft voice
proclaiming
this is the face
that i love
as she climaxed
so i am damned
until i forget
the way she tastes