TO GET ME THROUGH THE DAY

The smell of you lingers
beneath my fingernails,
while the taste of you hides
in the corners
of my mouth,
my tongue darting
every minute
or so
to add taste
to the bright, almost blinding
memory
of last night.

The day ahead of me,
I know,
will be full
of my hands beneath my nose
and my lips wet
from my eager to remember
tongue.

Edward Lee