Anywhere but here was the shape

Of her mouth

When I said hello and tried to hide

The little death of my faith

Which comes these days

More than she did in bucket

Seats where wasn't it perfect

The way she tasted?

Wasn't it a glowing hum,

The space between doubts

Where she lingered

Like God and Santa

Claus could be

Replaced,

Lost and gone

As water in a sludge

Pond where it washes clear

We are all mosquitoes

On a planet alone and distant

As the town

Where I linger and fall

Asleep with my mouth

In the shape of anywhere

But here.