Senryu
by Robin Lyon

Drunk and too honest,
I had to say it. We found
each other slowly.

You kept me present.
I try, hold it off longer,
and then it’s too late.

Years later, we have
one more chance, but no time--and
you uncover me.

You leave, and three days
after, my chin starts to peel,
raw, from kissing you.

Three days after, when
I should be forgetting you.
My skin won’t let me.


April 2, 2006