sediment

reminders come as wisps of
coffee, Colgate

French press, porcelain cups
left to cool over conversation
oak-stained tables,
the rings left behind

I knew I would love you
from the first slide
of my tongue ‘cross your teeth
gritty with minty freshness

I believe
the dregs always
are slightly bitter

we once shared

a bottle of wine from Mendoza-
homemade ravioli
with a vodka cream sauce

Coltrane softly wailing
the flicker of candlelight

lips whispering
against the faint bumps
of my spine

the sheets blushed
with sunrise
as you slip out of bed