I know
the bitter-sweet taste
of your semen
the stagnant pregnancies
            of truths
gestating in my thinking times
 
I know
your lips            upon my chest
                chin in my belly
hands gripped tight around
            my thighs
anchoring you to me
            in an unfamiliar way
 
I know
            the smell            of your sweat
damp
dark
warm            moving hinged places
soft            wet            silk
 
I know
      your space
            your time
 
I know the emptiness in our bed
                the silence
of the curves where you once were
 
I know the scenery out our window
            that was once distraction
the impact of the absence
            of your laugh
and the touch that glorified me
 
I know wanting
                            having
 
                            I know you in the fullness of memory
 
        and it is not enough