I Am An Echo (Yours) (early 1990's)

I put on my coat
(arching your back)

I run my hand through my hair
(eyes close, mouth open)

The newspaper print leaps from the page
And reverses itself onto my fingers
(I can smell you)

Sugarcube slowly dissolves
Heat merging over its former essence
Through the darkness, sweetening the path it takes
(I still taste you)

If you threw me into a canyon, I would come back 3 times