She contracted,
reshaped, accommodated
every dent, each bent
inclination of my
bruised and swollen ego,
loaned my sprained spirit
a crutch from her expansive collection,
carved romance novels down my spine
to wake me from the eversleep
two decades of extended weekend
made habitual with her tongue.
When she left
her pillowed scent dissolved,
the poet's dissipated lie of lingering
perfume diffused, debunked
by cruel and fluid mathematics
of atmospheric shift and flow.