He wore
a sweater of mine
which holds
his aroma of yesterday.
Warmer today it
harbors his day.
Inhaling the cashmere
I sense chili and cigarettes and
sweat.
He held
a pillow of mine
which holds
his aroma of last night.
Cooler this morning
it mirrors his night.
Inhaling the cotton|
I sense dreams and sweat and
passion.
He covered
himself with me
which holds
our aromas of tomorrow.
Hotter today
it promises our future.
Feeling each other
I know tomorrow and tomorrow and
today.
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 