Long legs folded in wrinkled gabardine
confused by a longing
for steamed rolls on a train.
Remembering mimosas by the waterfront.
Remembering the glint of water in her eye.
Remembering ribbons of light through blinds.
The days of smart youth
when we were shiny and tightly packed;
we are looser now, with softer creases.

white plains
level planes
white noise
rushing veins
the toys we play with
when urges become too great
to express beyond a biting
snarling exchange
of unnecessary pleasantries
a twisting of extremities
willing to stay
in white space
moving back
white lines
fallen slack